Threshold of the temple

I was given a generious invitation by a robin.

She asked me to cross over the threshold of metiocrity.
past any false notes I may have had , but rather , to sing out my own song .

I found my voice to be silent , illuminated by words on a page.
Elemental to my being .

I am here now dear Robin finding the music that helps me to soar , just like you.


Lark