This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

Life is like a flower garland,

Held close by those who dare

To flow in kindred spirit

With the risk to share.

Listening to life’s sweet music

Inside, on the inner ear,

Flowing with a greater force

That trumpets ever clear.

Words can’t and don’t

Ever hold them bound.

Deep inside, where Love abides,

They hear only spiritual sound.

Lucky those who grasp this thought,

Its essence foremost in mind.

Through their days of treadmill race,

They conquer each daily grind.