(Note: This poem doesn't really work unless I make the assumption that a certain celebrity was being sincere about certain comments she made. I hope you understand, and besides, I think believing the best about others is better than the alternative...)
They sent her to jail,
it wasn't mush like Paris,
certainly wasn't the Hilton.
But she said,
"don't serve the time,
let the time serve you..."
She broke out of prison walls,
not through pick and shovel,
but by using her heart-mind as a soul-shovel.
She wanted to be found by the Divine,
who was never lost in her,
just unrecognized as such,
a divine daughter.
She escaped not through a tunnel,
but by building an upward tunnel,
a portal to the heavens.
Kind of like a beam
from a lighthouse.
Turn your county jails into Marriots.
Let the setback serve you,
propel you forward.
When one falls to a great depth,
I imagine that heaven rejoices
even more so at their return,
than when one such as I
looks into the God-sky.
The honeymoon never ends for us who have
chosen our lives as God-lives,
but it is just beginning for ones
who have "fallen" far
and return from afar.
The reunion has just begun.
Did you take a downer?
Take an upper.
The bus God provides
is a magic bus indeed.
Exchange yourself with God for one moment.
Be the One who is free and Above-All.
Let Him and Her
take on your struggles for a moment.
They can handle it.
Bring yourself to God,
and bring God into you.
It's just an exchange,
hardly a bother for the Infinite.
Don't just crown yourself as co-royalty
with God,
crown all of those circumstances
which you think you dislike
as royalty also.
Don't they just help you
to understand how to turn to God
for help?
Crown those relatives
you perhaps have a mis-seeing with
not seeing into their eyes.
Aren't they just here to
teach you how to
discover peace in all circumstances?
What a wonderful opportunity!
Diamonds have to be dug for beloveds,
in heaven they grow on trees,
but here you must grow the tree.
to be God to them.
It's not a long and winding road to God,
just take the off ramp,
and fly into the sky.
Make a tunnel to the sky
bring the sky down to you.
Heaven is a one way street,
it's rather impossible to turn back,
because you will never need to do so.
Just take it into high gear,
warp factor five,
the speed of light times many.
Nothing much travels faster than
the speed of light
except our hearts to God.
Say "hi" to Paris
on the way.
Oui.
markw