BRIGHT CELLS RED

Our body, an assemblage of tiny, tiny cells.
Closing my eyes, I concentrate my senses
on each one cell, whispering

"Bring back the light, let yourself shine."

Then the cells begin to quiver
Ripples rise to waves
Waves roll over waves
Growing into a sense of joy

We could be happy enough just to exist
for it must be amazingly uncommon
in the history of infinite lives and deaths continuously
all through the time on the earth

Every one of us holds inside a deep,
strong will to be a brilliant individual.