Without A Lot of Hoopla

That conch shell you crawled into on land, then grew so large in there, you got stuck-

I am going to help get you out.  It is just a matter now of whether I should use my hammer,

or chant some magic words that could knock twenty pounds off your ego and/or waistline. 

Then you could just slip back into God without a lot of hoopla and sweat on both our parts.

Sorry though.  I don't think there is any special tonic, or voodoo, to remedy a plight quite like yours.

So brace yourself sweetheart. Here I come!

Reference~ Rumi