turn down the music (poem)

Turn down the music and listen to yourself
And be not afraid to pull forth all from
What may be within.

Take your love and hate and watch them
Grow to unforeseen death and begin again.

Watch springs make summers and
Summers drop autumns and
Autumns carve winters.

And make deep wet green moss
Streams that flow from your
Heart find their headwaters in your soul.

For to know that far beyond
The follies of your life and the sufferings
Of your death, there are fields of
Wild flowers that drift through our
Mind like a newly wilting wet
Meshed leaf upon a placid water.