prayer from the cell: elude
Always beyond the gates. Outside the city. To the desert. The wilderness. Beyond the limits of my control. For that which I seek does not dwell in temples of stone made with hands, or sanctuaries of words made with pen or mouth. Just because I write a fence for the Mystery doesn't mean I've captured it, for my fences are always full of holes, and the Mystery has already moved while I turned to construct the compound. The Mystery is wild and will not be owned, but has condescended to freely dwell in the smallest of vessels. I dove into a cup and found an ocean without shores. Get my book. It also has commentary on many of the cartoons. Get fine art cartoon prints & original art. Get my t-shirts. Please join my newsletter.