[Excerpted from my musical diary - 2/26/2010]

I am in my bedroom, doing yoga while “Mozart for Meditation” plays on my computer. Outside my window, a sunrise fills the sky. It’s rays of light seem to pulse and shift hues in response to the music, beautifully interweaving with the rhythms of the violins, violas, and cellos…

I reflect, “Mozart is just one instrument in God’s symphony.”

Inconceivable is the extraordinary concerto that God is composing in this very moment, in which Mozart is but one element, the sunrise another, my breathing another still!

I imagine a branching symphonic structure. The musician has in her palette many notes, timbres, and so on. The composer has in his palette many musicians. God has in his palette all of created existence. What further node is beyond God, in which God is but on color in that palette?

I reflect, “God is but one instrument in God’s symphony.”