Sing A New Society Into Being 6.4.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Even rocks and grains of sand have consciousness;
as people who don’t show any emotion don’t excite
the imagination; inanimate objects excite even less;

The minute consciousness of plants or people with
eyes turned inwards don’t reach us at all; but sound
and movement catch our attention, therefore

Rocks and stones adorned with silver glitter creating
the illusion of movement are alive for me; words are
inanimate, frozen and immobile, dependent on

Movement and sound to come alive, when strung
in the right way, conveying pictures and feelings
through rhythm and melody, creating awareness

Of spiritual meaning, sucking us in to share any
emotional experience; words become godly; just
as sublime as music itself; we all search for

Such godly words, explaining the good intent of
consciousness in creating the material world;
though suspicious of man’s root assumptions

That limit the freedom of spirit and take love
hostage by artificial rules of morality, we are
free to adore the gift of music in words

And sing a new society into being…