Into the Blue

Today, I start a journey conjured up ten years ago from a dream that took me deep into the waters of Mystical Islam.  And now, on St. John's Day, after going through a meat grinder, I'm prepared to leap over fire, into that dream once again. Every time a bit more awake. Shedding old skins, ready for a new sacrifice, ready to step into the Blue, the Blue of Moses the Traveller, the seeker of new lands, the seer of new forms, I'm well aware of the many traps along the way, this thirsty throat sure likes lemonade even though it knows water would be best. But the door opens and I must step through its threshold.