Increased longing for rocks and trees in the gardens spoke to me of sanctuary. I felt entrances and exits, but I had no way to assist guests in knowing how to enter. I would need something like a gate with no fence. I didn't yet know how to simply call it No Gate. A friend helped me construct the Gate With No Fence from yucca canes after their flowering. Gate-With-No-Fence became its name. They would become many, and friends were granted sanctuary with a single step.