Each body cell can widen or contract
Like individual beings, each minute,
Each shows a different world than we expect
With 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 ” as fierce 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 dead reflects
How my heart sings 