Friday, February 5, 2010

Trust - A Prologue !

Trust led to Black.
I had never wanted to post it.
But today I do.

Forgive me my Lord, for I have sinned.

--x--

0515hrs


The nail was safe and secure in the log of wood. The log of wood may have been dead, rotting, infested with termites, diseased with fungus but it was none the less a log of wood keeping the nail safe in its darkness and warmth.

But change is nature and nature is change.

we dont have the time
we dont have the time
the voices chanted
We dont have the time for a trial by fire.
We dont have time to burn the log and take the nail out of the ashes.

The nail was pulled out, denting its head, twisting its body. The nail was no good twisted and dented. It had to be fixed.

we dont have the time
we dont have the time
the voices chanted
We dont have the time for a trial by fire.
We dont have the time to melt the nail and forge it anew.

The hammer slips and hurts the owners hand.
Stupid nail
Hammer it harder

The nail is not straight enough.
Hold it down.
Hammer it harder.

The nail looks straight now. Hammer it into that new piece of wood.

Hammer it.
Hammer it.

The hammer slips and hurts the owners hand.
Stupid nail
Hammer it harder

The nail is not as sharp. Not as tough.
It bends.
Hold it down.
Hammer it harder.

There are just two choices. Simple choices.
Give up or give in.

No time to rest
No time to think
No time to feel

just act

everything thing else is a non productive action

--x--