NAPKIN WORDS #94 2011 - Dedicated to my Brother-In-Law Mike Prevor

1. EASY TOO
To hear life, listen.

To change life, do something that affects others.

You will hear contentment when listening, and
experience joy when affecting.

2. HISTORY OF LAUGHTER
The funny thing about a lucky life, is that it
always keeps humoring. If you are lucky enough,
you continue your life, experiencing its joy! 

3. CIRCLE LOVE
My wish is that you wish.

May your wish come to fruition.

I will make certain that my wish will urge it on.

If your wish comes true, so too does mine!

4. QUEST FOR A FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
We have found how to last beyond our time. Yet we
fail to understand that the only time worth having,
is when we have good health.

If we can't have that, let us surrender the quest, so
we can depart, if not healthier, at least happier!

5. THE SADDEST MARATHON
All those beautiful young people, who ran in
Afghanistan, who were never told that the race
would have no end, there would be no victory!

6. THE FALSE ART OF LISTENING
A fool once asked someone wise: “How much will
it cost me to be safe in life?”

The wise person responded: “Nothing, but...,” and
before he had the chance to give the full answer,
the fool ran off and was killed by a car. The moral:

If you are going to ask anything of anyone, make
sure that you have listened to the complete answer!

7. INTERESTING
Love, that most strange gift in life, allows us our
time.

History has shown that time, on the other hand,
no matter how great our love, stops someplace
where we no longer can watch, we have run out
of time.

Yet as the cycle of life continues, each generation
falls in love, still asks for time.

It is miraculous, this wondrous, generational
agreement, between time and love!

SUMMER SOUNDS

A white flash of a jets underbelly caught
my attention, just as it’s engine noise ruffled
limbs of many now trembling trees, announcing
to all, and to no one, a moving God was nearing,
and soon too, would pass by into another’s heaven.

Wandering winds rushed gently over common
leaves, bringing them together, like a greeting of
palms, that ancient Thai way when one meets
another.

Many bowing branches seem to awe a chorus of black birds, swifts, robins, sparrows, and from over the fence of a neighbor’s land, came the noisy
cracking, hawking, of a pet parrot squawking along.

A mosquito, disturbed from sleep, awakened. Dazed,
in the bright light of daylight, it stayed, unmoving upon the white of an arm rest which my elbow also shared.


As dusk arose, the insect stirred at the scent of my
flesh, and instinct born, it drank its fill, then drifted
away in a spiral of flight.

What sacrifice, towards the comfort of time, as I scratched an insect bite, a folly entirely mine. 


by Edward Hunter