Here is my latest drawing that I am working on to embody my recent spirtual ponderings. I read an awesome chapter in Robert Blys book IRON JOHN called To Bring The Interior Warriors Back to Life. In it were a few short poems that resonated with me...Every man has two battles which he fights; he fights with god in his dreams, and he fights with the sea when awake. I would be curious what anyones thoughts were about this quote. In another part it says...The ape, alone in his bamboo cage, smells the python, and cries, but no one hears him call. The grave moves forward from its ambush, curling slowly, with sidways motion, passing under bushes and through leaf tunnels, leaving dogs and sheep murdered where it slept. Some shining thing in us, that has served us well, shakes its bamboo bars. It may be gone before we wake.