The musician, like the poet, looks within and without, and tells the story of what he sees.
The musician, like the seer, reveals unto the masses the secrets which were once hidden.
The musician, like the philosopher, discovers the commonalities which flow through all things, and sees to it that these commonalities are not lost.
The musician, like the explorer, journeys beyond the safety of the garden walls, later to return with bounty to share with those who inhabit the garden.
The musician, like the prophet, hears the rhythm of all things, and reveals this rhythm to those who would hear.
The musician, like the rugged mountain wildflower, bursts forth in a vivid display of delicate beauty, reflecting the glory of the Sun above while being nurtured by the Earth below.
The musician, like the ancient fig tree, spreads his roots deep into the dark world below and reaches his branches high up into the infinite plains of eternity, being guided by the Logos of the Whole.
The musician, like the songbird of the canopy, sings the song of his heart, which is the song of all things.
The musician hears a pairidaēza suite. Let him now sing, even that we may know ourselves, and even that we may know the way of THE ONE.