If I don’t have to
If someone doesn’t make me
If my own good is not the question
If there is no reason
If the rush of my consciousness goes no where else
Maybe there is nothing else to do.
Ingrid Schatz is a full out human Being, dancer with Paula and with whom I dearly love to hang. There is nothing she won’t do, or try, or be. She Is. Love. Daring. Sentience. And in her presence I am going to be enriched and have fun.
When I wake in the cool cherry-blown softness and drink of the grassy wet
I know my feet will find me after I fly in the green-grounded morning and
The sun will bring my rested restless moment its wide openness
Then will I be home