The world of trust, of relaxation, tact

Each body cell can  widen or contract
Like individual beings,  each minute,
Each shows  a different world than we expect

In our secrecy, new visions may impact
Our  hidden mind with metaphor’s  astute,
As body cells  each open or contract

From  our pain, experience  distracts.
The mind and heart and soul can  each  re-route
We see a world more changed than we expect

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact,
Tensions   in the mind    will soon dispute.
The choir of cells may sing or  lose affect

Faith in the unknown, what shows our lack?
Can we reach such faith in minute steps?
We “see” our world  too much under attack

As glows the  candle,  at sweet Fire it hints
Let each respond in   their  own dialect
Each body cell can  widen or contract
We see new worlds, not mirrors  ,blind reflects