Like putting mountain spring water in plastic bottles,
visualizations of Music tend to lead us away from
its source, cutting us off from the transcendental
flow of its spiritual freedom. We clearly see the pure
water through the bottle, but some crucially important
essence has been lost.
See the glistening of the fresh morning snow,
reflections, nodes in triangles of relationship
between you, the snowflakes, and the sun.
Perhaps that is all we are,
just so many sparkles—
shimmering,
in an infinite
web.