“She called upon the Voice, and the Voice answered—Nothing. She was told to go away. And suddenly there was an answer, a terrifying answer, pushed off, deffered, delayed, an answer impossible to be repeated, an answer still impending. Which I might not live to see confirmed, but hands, suspended over this Country—Mary went away.” (Mary Hunter Austin).

Let’s have done with stranger faces, Let’s be quit of staring eyes. Let’s go back across the Mojave. Let’s go back across, where the hills of Inyo rise. Let’s go back across the Mojave.

(Muerto, Muerto). There’s a word we’ve lost we’ll never hear again. Earth, as their own. The earth glady receives the embrace of the sun. The Earth received. And we shall soon see the results of their Love! In the mindless clang of engines where they bray, the hearts of men. All seeds awake, All animal life. (Save me, O Lord, Save me, O Lord). (from Lost Borders by Mary Hunter Austin)

Silent friend of many distances,

Feel, how your breath enlarges.

All vertical space

Let your presence ring, you ring out like a bell

Ring into the night

What feeds upon your face

Grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.

What feeds upon your face grows mightly from the nourishment offered.

(Move through transformation out and in)

That you have suffered.

What is the deepest loss that you have suffered, that you have suffered?

If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.

In this immeasureable darkness

Be the power that rounds your senses in their magic ring.

The sense of their mysterious encounter

Whisper to the silent earth I’m . . .

And if the earth no longer knows your name,

Whisper to the silent earth I’m flowing.

To the flashing water say: I am. (Rainer Marie Rilke)