. . . walking the praire you walk the sky . . . the immense living sky . . . in my training of long ago in the "old ways" - the knowledge a people acquire of their locality . . . night running . . . the navajo art of long distance running . . . running to a star where the sole of the eye (the soul of the I) moves to & in rhythm with the stillness of a star . . . first encountered moving in the sky . . . now it is the rare praire walks where the head walks the infinite which calm & uplift . . . the earth you tread softly . . . the sky you soar serenely . . . look to the sky . . .

Bind me - I still can sing -
Banish - my mandoline
Strike true within -

Slay - and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise -
Still thine.

Emily Dickinson