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…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem