The Crossing of the First Threshold

This is the point where the person actually crosses into the field of adventure, leaving the known limits of his or her world and venturing into an unknown and dangerous realm where the rules and limits are not known.

we are now beyond the soft grass,

knee deep in blackened sky.

each time I utter a word, a new sound comes.

I do not recognize the words I've chosen

for they have chosen me.

I know that in my pocket is a

fevered memory of why I am walking,

but in my steps there is hardly a purpose

or direction.

the maps are ablaze with fire,

the compass spins like a weathervane,

full of storm in clear sky.

still, the calling of an answer is nearest to the last question I might have asked.

I am here. or,

someone is.

and we are all that anchors this

possible path to the discovery of

some new mystery.