PlNAPKIN WORDS #83 2011 - Decicated to Mike Prevor

1. EXPLORATION
Those brave souls willing to search the world
to find a loving heart.

Even more importantly, once they discover a
finding, they never feel the need to explore further.

So unlike many today, who have proven to their
spouses, that what they thought was a treasure was
in fact nothing but fool’s gold!

2. THEY ARE THE LUCKY ONES
A child blessed with wondrous parents, finds out
about kindness every day, regardless rich or poor.

I know, for I have lived around the world, amid
rich and poor, and I have always found those
children who were blessed.

Sadly, I have also discovered among the rich and
the poor, sad children, those not blessed!

3. LIMITS
There is no limit to the amount of happiness one
can enjoy.

Sadness also has no limits.

Only the individual sets the limits of joys or tears!

4. BRIDGE
The bridge towards fame has led more people
to more sadness then that ever experienced by
those who had to cross the famous bridge in
Venice, which is known as THE BRIDGE OF
SIGHS!

5. THE NINE TREASURES OF HUMANITY
Love.

Family.

Friends.

Employment.

Food.

Health.

Housing.

Contentment.

Peace.

Three of these treasures are easy to find.

Six of them are much more difficult to possess.

Funny we can't have nine together at one time!

WHO COULD SURPRISE A DREAM

It has been said that serious thinkers always first
praise birth lines of existence, then roots, so life
is told.

In forests of being, niches within branches angle,
going where there is beauty, reasons for birth
words to watch time being painted in serious light.
Allowing for a listening of sounds: swift moving
spiders, scratches of beetles, that fluttering silence,
a butterfly in flight, avian love hymns from blue
birds singing. Times where dawn is nesting prior
to her brightness, before morning joy is gladdened to
lightness, a shining tomorrow filled to the brim.

Our sea kite of life floats, as sun, acting as judge,
jury, hangs in indecision. Skies, once bright with elation holding birth, now cloud the morning. While a closet filled with wisdom closes, then locks. For who could dream blissfully with all weight of past gone, lost amid darkness, futures unknown? Where is surprise awakening and why should failure be so bright and loud? They say in the language of the Plains Indians, that hope is a shadow of expectation, hiding in the midst of buffaloes, which are never caught.

Unable to elude eagles or other sharp-eyed hunters,
a tomorrow song awakens squirrels, hares, even
sharpened blades of grass, as it follows a strong path towards human expectation. A blazing ball of sun, silent, yet arising in movements, makes its noise in beauty of an artist’s hand, sure as a lullaby, and so it fills wonder, all is heard. Such is love, cool and wise with its treasured perfection.



by Edward Hunter