slow motion

I've run out of ground.
cling to the side glass like water droplets,
if I move or grow I fall.
 Sit and smile and support...

as the wind whisks me away

One

I am unbroken from you and you can not damage me. Fear not because I am out of harms reach! There are no egg shells on which to think. Step strong, there's no sand in which to sink. 

It is the pause that stings, the over courteous. This is not a point of "I'm so strong." Nor to say "pain is not real"

But I'm already broken dear.

The pieces don't get smaller.

Recovery

The seat belt worked.

I live to love

Another day  ;-)

obstacle

"I am not standing in your way, I'm directing you to a better one"

crash course

locking the seat belt in place
My eyes burn from the smoke
I can feel the flames hunger hunting me and mine
sounds of rubble interfere...disrupt

I lock into place having engaged full tension.
the pressure needed to brake free acceded.
the question is survival

all input indicates minimal chances.
dread pulls at my resolve, but the fail safe is already set in motion.
the clock ticks and spills will commence
(that is what fail safes are for.)

an arrows course but still I must drive it
 timing and word placement are key in this surrender
evidence mounts obstacles I know I can't avoid
so I plotted through...


will you count with me?

Competition

You see, it's because I don't compete... There is only going to be one out come.  I try, I put my heart in it. I want to get to the end, but in that I also know I may not arrive at the outcome I'm working for.  But getting MY outcome is less important than getting THE out come. 

Having taken off the pressure I find fun to be a worth while motivator.

This frustrates the plans of others as I goof off and run and play.  I'm truly not trying to take center stage. I am regularly placed there but I can survive with out it.  

I can help you sir: I can help you with more than you know... 

Ouch

I never want to live anywhere other than Jerusalem, but standing here right now is odd. There is no place I'd rather work than in this building:

Flux

There was a fluctuation in the lighting.  A blink of sorts that lead to the very end.  I am locked to this path and very happy to see the end. The itinerary says a wealth of heart ache  awaits, and I fear it not.  I am infact excited because I know beyond this a forest awaits! Not the wood between the worlds ( Evan has only begun to replant after the fire)

But  tree of even stronger roots! Roots are the focus...let the ring out ripple itself into tidal wave of sound

All praising Glory to Him who deserves it!  

I'm a failure, yes.  We need seeds to flow like a river.

A silo with a fountain and erupting force...

Blink the note and eat from the flower

Gifts have been given.