Blue eyed muse......

~The golden frame with the blue eyed muse~

on the threshold

On the threshold
Sloughing off
the skin of the past

Feet moving
Larynx quivering
On the fast track
to absolution

Distant water 
Gushing streams
Pumice in hand
Cleansing
the way forward

A stacked deck
Wallowing
Crawling across
the mire of pity

Raising the stakes
Flowing
within the harmony of self
Brokering
Grappling
with the nexus

In the pride and ego of nought
A new bloom appears
Castigating the past
Emerging into the present
Synchronising the future

A moment of gratitude
in the graciousness 
of being