Dig In Deep

Being able to receive help can be a good trait; but don’t grasp at what is too readily available, what is easy - the tempting and beckoning weaknesses that have always been there veiled, secretly engrained from challenges past, overlooked and not embraced,  now fully revealed.

In the belly of the workshop burns a furnace, dimly lighting a room where heroes of craft returned from distant travels and demanding travails.  Here, took place the day in retrospect, introspectively accounting for what tasks could have been delivered differently, and what trials could have been faced with less deference.  Taking note of what to change in the same unfolding scenario tomorrow, in oil lamp glow, a stronger dark face grows in the mirrors reflection of amalgam and glass, and smiles knowing it has the metal to meet out the new day as seen right now through the lens of its own reflecting eyes, its own strong reflection.  Tomorrow I will go into the world again and declare my stance, in voice with no inflection.

Staring into the furnace that consumes, asking for fuel to burn, each of us comes to toil and learn, that through the digging of coal to shovel into the flame we might all unveil our hidden claim.  The furnace asks for fuel to burn, and in the scorching rays of light, when in earnest, master the use of our tools, we hone our skill, exert our will, and set the course of our lives in wisdom and might.

Being able to receive help can be a good trait; but don’t grasp at what is too readily available, a dangling branch will create a wavering stance.  Instead, show each test that it has come in vain this day, and shortly will die of starvation from no failings to be found.  Today we don’t waver.  Today we have no need of grasping.  The furnace has born a foundation molten of rock and weathered over time.  The workshop table remains a testimony to those who developed mastery in the fiery light that banished the shadows of deference and self-doubt.  Back outside in the world where the game is won, is the champion that holds onto the chords of emotion with both hands, reserves the emotional energy only for the honorable fight, and digs his heels in deep.  All is hidden to all who watch, the long days and late nights where he refused to accept or overlook any weakness or vice that would bind his way. Create your path as you realize that in your preparation well engrained, all manner of opportunity is fully revealed.

c. 2008 - de veaux