There is no forgiveness

needed,

no blame to be cast

upon the lessons

that I drew to me by

my own desire

to know.

I am certain now

that those I called to me

were the stones

I used to break me

open,

the fires I fed

to burn the fury of

who I am not,

the steel to carve

the false

from the heart

of me.

There are no regrets

to be spoken

that linger

when joy grows

within me,

a flowering vine

climbing crumbling

granite,

knowledge bowing

to me as I

unwrap each new

discovery.

There is no obstacle

to overcome,

no hurry to be

somewhere or someone

else,

no harm to inflict

or endure.

There is only the sifting

of clouds,

the choosing of

endless stars

and light from

the heart

of me.