I love to speak with Rinnie
She’s quiet
unassuming
small yet
entertaining…
An outlier
always
entertaining
this mad dog
dormant God
long within her dreams.
She does say what I tell her
even though it isn’t welcome.
She doesn’t have the freedom
to refuse.
For now I’ve come to claim her
and she’s
a
fucking channel
for this mad dog
laying dormant
at her feet.
A God
deep
inside her dreams.
She will speak
words of wisdom
as a priestess on a hilltop,
though she knows she’s really nothing
but a brief collaboration
of the Truth.
I call her into mission
to speak of Holy Vision:
I’m coming Home without my sorrow
Coming Home sometime tomorrow
Coming Home to where it’s better than before
Coming Home without my burden
Coming Home behind the curtain
Coming Home without the costume that I wore
She wants to write a love song
an anthem of forgiving
a manual for living with defeat
a cry above the suffering
a sacrifice recovering….
But that isn’t what I
need her to complete.
I want her to be certain
that she doesn’t have a burden
that she doesn’t need a vision
that she only has permission
to do My “instant bidding”
I call her into mission
to speak of Holy Vision
I’m coming Home without my sorrow
Coming Home sometime tomorrow
Coming Home to where it’s better than before
Coming Home without my burden
Coming Home behind the curtain
Coming Home without the costume that I wore
I love to speak with Rinnie
She’s quiet
unassuming
small
yet entertaining
this long dormant
Mad dog
God
from deep within her dreams.
I’m coming home
upon a thundercloud.
And you
will be
hearing
from
Me.
~XOXOX
I’d like to thank Leonard Cohen. This poem is adapted from his song “Going Home”.
Welcome home.