Turn your prisons into Marriots
(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
Wonderful title! Wonderful
Wonderful title! Wonderful poem.
Your poems need no explanation. Your notes detract from the poem.
God bless you!
With love, Gloria
I know, Gloria, that it is
I know, Gloria, that it is possible for notes to do this. The problem is, perhaps one day all of these poems will be printed elsewhere on the web or who knows what, but they may reach a wider audience. You have a pure mind, and there is a verse, "to the pure all things are pure...", which in this case means you don't really take too much of a serious opinion about things one way or another on this plane. However, there are some who, because of what they've heard or read would have come to a certain assumption or two before reading. The problem with the mind sometimes is that we have these "good" categories and "bad" categories. And if someone has put a certain person, really any person in a "bad" category, and I write a poem which puts a name upon that person, it can make it hard for a reader to overlook the name of that person and it can color the whole poem in their mind. A person's name can't color for you because you don't "have the shades drawn..." on any person's name. So when I write I feel a need to make it seem as though I am completely nuetral about any name I might use. But this in itself can be difficult because in trying to appear nuetral, or even to take whatever opinion the reader might have, in order that they may see the essential points of the poem, I may ruffle feathers on the other side when I didn't realize their were other feathers. So I am learning to try to state my poems in a language that sounds nuetral for that person who may have the shades drawn for certain names. But I understand your concern...don't worry, not that you would anyway, I think I am getting the knack for writing on both sides of all fences. If there was another way to deal with this I would, and you know this also. Love in the Lovely One. markw
Mark, to my mind, poetry has
Mark, to my mind, poetry has nothing to do with the left brain. You are imposing reason and justification on to your poetry, and I really think it's a disservice to your poetry. Let people think what they will. You're not going to convince anyone of anything anyway! Just as I haven't convinced you to leave explanations alone, dear one!
You kind of remind me of people who play the guitar magnificently, and before they do, or after they do, they go into a whole lot of descriptive detail, when the audience is there to hear the music, not all the why's and wherefore's.
Mark, there is nothing you have to deal with. Your poetry does speak for itself. I imagine it is your need to explain and not your audience's need to hear.
Do I know who you are, Mark?
Love and blessings,
Gloria
"Let people think what they
"Let people think what they will. You're not going to convince anyone of anything anyway!" Gloria, I love what you say, so true !
Dear Mark, ...... let dogs bark and don't bother about anyone. Bother about how your beautiful heart feels dear Mark, and follow that which you love and which gives you joy.
Bother about God's love whispers to you, ask our beloved Father, what He thinks matters, He gave you your wonderful heart dear Mark, just please God if you want to please somebody further to you.
Love
Berit
hhmmmm...i agree...that
hhmmmm...i agree...that hesitation, constant projecting or retracing, undue explanation, stifles or puts a damper on the expression of our spontaneous now...(unless that happens to be the particular expression of the spontaneous now?)...Mark puts right there in our face how we all bend over backwards in different ways to be the perfectionist...to be understood, liked, considered the same...and what may be undue to one or two, may be considered reasonable by another few...or the opposite...perhaps it's his way of (instead of going his own way - which so many of us do in our day) letting that one know with eyes on the page that he cares, and wants to make most enjoyable what he shares?...trying to make the reader feel welcome and at ease?...or perhaps. like u say, it' about trying to over mediate and appease instead of giving space to the reader or acknowledging the space in which the reader is free?...yet how many of us really live in this moment of now?...like life, it's probably a little of both...it's great to observe and try to help clear things up and yet isn't it the very same thing?...him helping us see things in a certain way and us doing the same?...what if us leaving his preludes or afterthoughts alone is like unto him leaving his poetry alone?...not intending to be tricky, convolute or convey harsh tones...just the "against the current part of me" once again up to it's tricks...throwin that bone...mike
Yes, Gloria, and all you of
Yes, Gloria, and all you of heaven's cheerleader's, now that I have put my mind on an overnight stay in the Marriot of the skies, slept on it, I see your point. It's because I slipped up in that one poem (or 2 or 3...) and now I'm trying to make sure I'm being all things to all people. Oops, but that is a political reference, and we're not supposed to talk about that! :) :big .
No, Gloria, you haven't known me from before, but I can make certain suppositions about you from your writings. I would bet that you have long ago understood that we are to give God all our overweight mental baggage concerning "distasteful" names, events, even controversial things, and let God put that luggage on the plane, and let God say "none aboard..." to all those who wanted to board the plane with the luggage. And God will be the pilot and the co-pilot and "crash" the plane into a sea of mist and forgetfulness. And then we will finally be on "United Airlines", to fly higher without the baggage. Okay my teachers,
now we will fly without the use of machinery. Fly the friendly skies! markw
Oh, when Gloria did ask
Oh, :? when Gloria did ask you if she new you, my understanding was that she was refering to your heart :Rolleyes: See how we all understand and feel differently!! :p
Love
Berit
Berit, I really did want to
Berit, I really did want to know if I knew Mark by a different name. I always want to know someone's real name, the same way I want to know if I'm talking to a man or woman.
I am beginning to know Mark, but not yet the deepest recesses of his heart, like I know yours, dear Berit.
But, of course, I don't have to.
Mark, how did you find out about Heavenletters? How long have you been subscribing?
Mark, how delightful your latest poem is! Yes, I think it is a poem, and it made me laugh.
That Humiel is pretty sharp!
With love and blessings,
Gloria
Yes, I can see this dear, I
Yes, I can see this dear, I mean about our real names and what's behind. To a certain extend "artistic" names confuse me, I'd like to know the real as always :p , but some names I like, Daisy for instance, I love the name Daisy, so sweet.
And, yes, the last "poem" is great, I had a laugh and I enjoyed reading this!
Love and blessings
Berit
Gloria, a little secret, my
Gloria, a little secret, my last name would not be recognizable to you. But I assume positive things about positive people, and I assumed, I think correctly, that (perhaps sooner, perhaps later) you would understand that I try to make all my writings here fit the intended purpose, even the notes. I see now that while perhaps (in my opinion) I needed further explanations for extremely controversial subjects, I need none for less controversial subjects. And I think it wisdom to just stick to less controversial subjects, so, hence, no notes are needed. (Really liked the latest heavenletter, also).
I found this site the way I find most...it's a good way to find sites. Go to google, advanced search, and you can search for sites that link to heavenletters, etc. According to your last heavenletter (about the sun) I think I should be thanking the technology that makes that happen. (Not kidding, really.) markw
a dear hug to you Mark
8) a dear hug to you Mark !!
Love
Berit
Oh Mark, your poems are
Oh Mark, your poems are heaven !
Love
Berit
Berit, it is you who is
Berit, it is you who is heaven, love, markw