When I play hide and seek.

To use words to talk about something that can't be talked about: speak.
Then speak again.
Then say it again, differently the same.

Put intention where you are - where your words are coming from. ...
Make the words yours and give them away.
Send them as gifts, with power; without force.
See them flow as waves upon the shore.
See the words and watch them go forth.

We are between the words.
We are what the words mean.
We are senders and receivers.
Our words are imperfectly perfect.
We say everything and nothing.

What our words don't say is OK unsaid.
If words said everything, people wouldn't be needed to say them.
That would ruin our game of hide and seek.

If you don't believe it, ask the Pope!
He speaks the unsaid

The Whole World is a Stage!

The whole world is a stage. If this ever really sank in we'd all go into stage fright. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. Can you imagine a worldwide case of stage fright? I think that's what we would call "the second coming".

Only Gods Choose When They Die

How is it so that you're not here?
Why did you leave me now?
It's essential that I know.
There's sadness in my house.

You loved me so, as granddads do.
I know cause you were there.
When I was born you made a vow,
my dreams would all be fair.

When marriage came you dropped behind,
and watched from quiet love.
And now I see that I must share,
the truth that you're made of.

My child has asked, "Where's great grand dad?"
I've said through painful tears;
he's gone away my little one.
He's faced the final fear.

It's clear I never told you how
I loved you like a dad.
Please know from me this child did hear
the love my granddad had.

June 1980