Give me your tired, your lonely, your distraught,
Give me your curious, your energetic, and your whimsical spirits.
I am rest or invigoration for the soul, depending on what you seek right now.
I am wild at times, yet constant and serene at others.
Some appreciate my moodiness and are willing to look inward and discover that we are not that different, you and I.
But others look at my tumultuous exclamations and wonder how such a beautiful creation can change moods in the blink of an eye.
I must alter my state of existence to feel alive,
For how can we appreciate calm, rolling waves unless we experience crashing, thunderous surf?
Without contrasting times, life’s games would prove to be mundane.
I am here to experience life, too.
I am affected by moon and universal energy .
But to tame me is to strive for the impossible.
I would never exist to please all at the same time,
For that is also impossible.
Variances in me are what touch the souls of everyone at different times in life.
May you find fulfillment with me throughout your life, as my purpose changes within you throughout the years.
Bring me your heart, your mind, your soul,
And I will give you peace.
Matteo Musso, age 13
July 2, 2017
hi! This is Sara, one of Teo’s RPM facilitators. Today we were wrapping up a topic of “rebellion” discussing Miguel Hidalgo, and the rebellion he led. I asked him to use the word “rebel” and possibly apply it to a real life feeling, situation, or circumstance. This is what he came up with:
I rebel against vegetables (just kidding mom). I rebel agains injustice. I sometimes wonder who is with on that. Autistics are slowly rebelling against assumptions. We are slowly finding our voice, but first we must with our voice make a big choice to assume intelligence within ourselves. Though this is an exercise Sara instructed, I find it calming to express myself like this.
From: Matteo Musso, age 13, autistic, pre-verbal
Matteo had just finished speaking to a class of Education students about autism, when two of the beautiful, big-hearted students from that class, invited him to listen in on the final rehearsal before the 2017 tour of the Luther College Collegiate Chorale. Matteo sat perfectly still the entire time and was mesmerized by what he heard. Then he wrote this lyric poem, one letter at a time, pointing to an alphabet stencil.
Title: I Sat and Listened
I sat and I listened but not just with my ears, for music is much more than sound.
I listened with my heart, my mind, my intelligence and my spirit…and oh, what an experience I had.
My heart leaped. My mind was quiet. My intelligence remembered and my spirit sang in silence with you.
I felt as if I’d released clouds that were cluttering my soul. The harmonic dissonance resolved in perfect synergy with my soul’s release of that which hampered the next step in my evolution.
Can you fathom the power of your musical gifts?
I sat there and listened. But in truth, I experienced an emotional upheaval that inspired me to live life to its fullest amidst the challenges of my autism.
I thank you all for the emotional energy you expend while sharing your music. I feel each vibration. You never know how you can change a life by sharing your gifts.
I sat and listened. But even more, I sat there evolving with each note you sang.
Solo Deo Gloria
Your new musical fan and groupie,