NAMES OF MARY
By Joseph Mary of the Eternal Wisdom
UNIVERSAL MOTHER
Universal Mother, I've seen you,
U saw before the heavenly altar
As high priestess of the temple!
Like the golden sun was your hair,
Your face a bright light,
The rose pair of lips, the moist,
Was smiling, kind, gentle and warm,
Full of maternal feminine charm.
Black was your long skirt and jacket
And the prayer shawl purple,
The eyes' star cheerful, cute,
Cut in the shape of almonds.
To make up the incense fragrance,
You read in the book of Psalms.
You prayed to God the Father,
The Creator, who creates life,
To the Son in the tragic theater,
To the Spirit, love's creativity.
But I just saw your back,
Charmed, I looked with delight,
Universal mother, who your face
Was turned to the Lord's altar,
To the Lord God the three-unit.
But then you turned around,
To bless with the mystery
The little boy full of purity,
The boy Midda, whom I love!
Universal Mother, give him your blessing!
Universal Mother, you donate the blessing
To the eternal throne of grace,
Then we find on our trails
Lord Jesus' light, the Son of Man.
But what if we do not find you,
How can we connect to God
In the faith of the faithful covenant?
Universal Mother, teach us with your mouth
The wisdom that we become wise!
O Mother, donate from your breast
The heavenly wine, the angel's lust,
In your lap gather some of the food
Of the manna and ambrosia,
With you wisdom is close to us!
So I consecrate to thee my girlfriend Haura,
God is not without her,
Bless with shining light her soul,
With the wisdom of the spirit her self.
She mainly studied but the mother,
The country of honeycomb and butter.
There is already so mild at Haura's bed
The Black Mother of Mercy's image.
Whith Lilith, Eve and Mona Lisa
Your image, Mother, nice and brown,
As if the most beautiful of all women
Who I once saw in Paradise,
Universal Mother, Haura's ideal,
She is the bride, the husband is the Spirit.
Universal Mother, O black rose,
I sing in the night as a nightingale,
You Queen of the Cosmos,
Heaven's Queen of the universe,
Guardian angel of the cosmos, mistress,
Enlighten but the beautiful fool
With the addictive power of the cosmos.
Great Goddess of wisdom, her,
Who eulogized the power of the cosmos,
Lead her to the wisdom of power,
To the energy that creates life,
To the power that flows from God's Spirit,
God's wisdom to guide her
And the Holy Spirit's energy.
The energy of wisdom namely
Throughdryers the whole universe,
To seek the power is not stupid,
God speaks his creative voice in the sounds
And shapes, I do not say that ironically,
The creation is creative harmony,
And God pours love's harmony
And his wisdom's energy
Into the space, God is the source of strength.
Destroys the war the cosmos,
Obtain love but the victory,
The beautiful love on the shaft
Of chaos, on the throne of grace,
Who wins by amorisation!
BRIDE WHO IN THE TRINITY IS ALIVE
The Father is the reason of being,
He is a personal being,
The Tather has exquisite
Chosen us, what unites us.
How are we connected to the Father?
The daughter we have found,
He has trusted us to his daughter,
The daughter, she is our bride,
The daughter of the Lord and King,
The chosen daughter married us,
Her love animates us,
The glow of love like a phoenix
Rises, doomed to eternal life,
O the daughter, the bride and maid!
The Son is the Saviour of all,
He redeemed us from sin and death:
We were all sinners formerly
And all were in great need,
Until he was born by the Blessed Mother.
His flesh was our soul's food,
He gave us his flesh as the soul's bread
And offered the wine as blood of the Lamb,
Our Lady he gave us as Mother,
This was his will on the cross.
Her big breasts are full of charm,
Are sweet as honey, white as butter,
That we drink from the mother's breasts,
Because God gave us his mother!
The Spirit is the beautiful love,
This is God's breath is our breath.
We are just clay, full of wild instincts,
We are only shadows, smoke and mirrors,
But the Spirit gives us life.
The Spirit is our comfort, we are miserable,
The Spirit is strengthening, if we dread.
But Mary is the Spirit's bride!
To you as the sacrament of the Spirit
We are consecrated, to the comforter,
The Advocate whose prayers
Intercede for us, it is said,
And so do praise thee thy servant
As God's maternal spirit!
But every time I see you inside
As a girl, goddess young and pure,
Some dream to remember
Since I was yours as your dreamer,
Since you were near the king of heaven
The May Queen of Love,
The hevenly maid all blessed,
The Immaculate and the Virgin,
Walking in your white dress
And still chaste as the moon,
The maid who sits on the sickle,
The Heavenly Bride in white silk,
The goddess of heaven eternally young,
My epitome of excitement!
Then I saw you as my delight,
Madonna in the red skirt,
You hot sun, you Madonna,
There hastened the manly Gazelle,
The poet praised with the nine Muses
The blissful woman's breasts
Like milk and sweet honeycomb.
Thou wert his soul's rhyme,
The Queen of Beautiful Love,
His goddess of love, the morning star,
On your bosom rested the Lord,
You Mistress of all life instincts,
O goddess of love, Immaculate,
I dedicated myself entirely to your lap!
Then in the silence, in the awareness,
As an old woman I saw you,
Grandmotherly Seat of Wisdom,
You lived in the deepest I,
Not like the witch with the wart,
No, as the grandmotherly black
Goddess of wisdom spotless!
To you I dedicated my fate
Completely and my body's dying.
You made me a grandson,
Lady Wisdom from the throne of grace
Choses me as her heir,
Lady Wisdom, Goddess without spot,
Grandmother Wisdom is my Godhead!
CHRISTBEARING LADY
O Christ-bearing Lady, on the Cross
In pain was lost your son,
O Pieta, in the highest stimuli
I'll see you at the Crosses Throne
In agony and helplessness quite united
With the son, who was tortured to death,
The Man of Sorrows! In my review
You, mother, you woman of pain,
You sacrificed on Calvary
The own son that he fully
The body breaks, sheds his blood
And by his sacrifice all men save!
You woman who suffered with the Son,
You suffer with us cathartic!
Now I see on the Place of the Skull
On the cross on Calvary
The Saviour dying, that he will save,
Accomplishment as his great work,
In the resurrection he will save us!
United to the Lord in the crosses bed
I see you in my vision,
Man of Sorrow, woman of pain,
Us to redeem, the lost ones,
You lay yourself not sweet and cute
In the lily's and the rose's bed,
You lay yourself in the bed of thorns,
Where Christ is totally in his blood,
You cry with silent glow of sacrifice!
Now I see the Lord united
With his chosen bride,
The only ones who are completely pure,
He betrothed in love himself to your.
And he wraps in death' nights,
When the God-man you took with his right hand,
The People's goddess who hurts,
The God-man with his left hand embraced her.
Madonna, but in ecstasy
You do sing to the Lord thy praises,
The new covenant's Sulamit!
O lily in the crystall vase,
My mind sees the people's Goddess,
Which the God-man took to his bride!
Now I looked at a picture of Mary:
What I saw instead of her heart?
The Eucharistic Christ
I looked as white Host!
Add almond candlesticks candles burning,
Mary with the bread in her heart
Will feed my anguish,
Eucharis she gave me as bread,
The Messianic Eucharis,
The incarnate Host!
In the heart of Madonna I saw
In her heart, Ave stella maris,
I saw the bread, that became God,
That gives life after death!
The Host in my hands
Was peaceful and fully quietude of mind,
The peace of mind to donate to me.
And the Host spoke softly to
My Soul, Your soul's food
I want to be you and your mother,
And mother loves you in the bread,
And eternal life after death
I want to be for you and your mother
And deity from Paradise,
Lady Wisdom I am, I'm cute
Like honey, nourishing as butter,
I am a mother that gives you love,
Your God loves you as a mother!
And since I ate the Host,
The Host went into my heart
And became a loving spirit
And comforted my childhood's pain.
So I did not pray in vain
To Love, the Deity of my life:
Speaks a word with your mouth
Thus my soul will be healthy!
O Mother of God Saint Mary,
Then said to me the Host:
I am the Sapience,
I am the Divine Sophia,
And for him who trusts his life to me,
I'm a mother, I'm his godly bride!
THE MOTHER
The mother said to me quietly:
Although I am the Queen of Heaven,
But mother also according to God's will,
So I am your mother.
The mother you are, my mother,
Your breasts are as white as butter,
I appeal to your chest,
I blow love's lust and pain,
I confess to you in the night,
In my night of loneliness
The blow of love's sweet sorrow
Admits you, the soul's labor.
You comforted my pain
With the mercy of your chest!
When I first met you, O Lady,
I spoke before thy face:
As to my mistress I look at you,
But mother I did not call you!
After all, Mother, what does that mean?
The mothers are in our times
Not immaculate and spotless,
Not great in pure love,
Not like the dove to the male dove.
They pay attention only to clean rooms,
Whether the outside of things plaster,
Whether the expensive apartment is clean.
They are not willing to comfort sad sons,
They are without mercy.
So I could not call you mother
And so I called you: Beloved Lady,
For a High Lady I confess,
All-Beloved to my vision.
Not a proud Dame of the Provence,
You were my mystical wife,
Idea, my soul saw you pure,
Bride of the Spirit and my bride.
You were the Diva, were the mistress,
The goddess of Ecclesia.
But I watched in love
Full of desire the most beautiful fool
And was not aware whom to marry,
The earthly woman? The Virgin merciful?
I was pleaded by the most beautiful fool:
Oh, you'll still be my bride!
But otherwise it want my mistress,
She wanted to be even familiar to me!
I cried with broken heart
And love full of pain:
Mary, you should trust me
And be my religious bride!
Then my mother's mother came
From heaven with motherly grace,
And so began my mother-cult,
So I felt the Blessed Mother.
O grandmother of my heart, you
Web threading the Mother of God to me.
You became my mother,
O Mary, as grandmotherly,
Like sweet honey and white like butter
Your motherly breasts blissfully.
So I have worshiped you,
As had talked to me a monk:
The Mother of God without mockery
Leads you to the maternal God!
So God made for me the mother,
So I belive in my Mother God,
I had to endure a lot of ridicule.
But sweet as honey, white as butter
Was God's full mother's breasts,
The child of God's sweet pleasure!
The mother are you, you are the mother,
I saw in my innermost soul.
Love is my soul's food,
The mother's love of the Host.
So you teach me a mother's love,
That I am in deepest soul
Healed of my childhood's pain.
I took her feminine heart
In the flesh of the Divine Sophia,
Your feminine heart of flesh,
United we are mystical chaste.
Thanks to Our Lady Mary,
The unblemished and spotless,
I am a child in God's womb.
SUBLIME MOTHER
Loving Mother, at the death
Of my mother's mother
I saw Christ! From the Gnosis
To Love of God called me
Lord Jesus. I adored
God on the face. Then spoke
God, who is God of love,
To my mind: Now you are a Christian!
Thus it is written in the Scriptures:
When my father and my mother
Forsake me, God alone
Will love me as a God of love!
When my grandmother left me,
Mary came from paradise!
Loving Mother, O Mary,
The Christian's mother thou are.
Full misery I like Jeremiah
And cried incessantly whining:
Why, Mother, have you forsaken me?
I can not believe the pain of death!
In anguish, my soul saw
immaculata Sulamit
Madonna, that milk floes for me
From Mercy's motherly breasts,
I tasted Paradise's Lust
And were fallen in the mouth of hell!
But out of the suicide
Saved me Madonna Sulamit!
Sublime Lady,, the Unknown
I wanted to explore, in writing,
As instructed Protestants
Me, as I meet them in life,
So I was a Protestant.
I loved some sweet nymph
And honored forever the image
Of the Mother of God mild,
You, the Sistine Madonna.
But thou wast little known to me,
And yet, although I was Protestant,
Was your beauty my delight.
In a Protestant prose work
The mother of Jesus I sang.
Melancholic in love's pain
The Virgin appeared to me.
Madonna made me a Catholic,
I thank her for the faith of the Church.
She taught me Saint Peter's dogma,
She taught me the Bible's Sapience,
And what the Protestant does not know,
Of the high altar's sacrament.
Madonna led me to Confirmation
And called me on pilgrimage to Lourdes,
It was like a spiritual rebirth,
Mary's mantle was my protection and shield,
As the placenta surrounding me,
Mary's womb my grave.
As great as the longing in the Christian
For the mother was sublime,
I listened to the feminists
And saw Mary wonderful
As my Great Mother Goddess,
Mysterious wife of my soul.
So great was my longing for the mother,
God became my Mother wonderful!
The church's sacred theater
With heartache I escaped,
Solomon looked for Sophia,
However, the name of God Father
Occupied without ceasing
My heart with deep heartache.
Loving Mother, the appearance
Of Mary teaches me again,
With revelation, not opinion,
The Mother of God converted me.
Loving Mother, melancholic
I am, but I want to be Catholic,
Because you talked wonderful
About Love's Sacrament of the Altar,
The Pope and the Blessed Mother.
Loving Mother, yes I saw
The mother of Ecclesia
Are you alone, loving Mother.
I'm all yours and dedicated to God,
The Eternal Trinity.
WOMAN FROM THE UNIVERSE
I was still under communists
And they told me: I'm a poet!
Anonymous Christians led me,
It was many a poet a prophet!
I once saw the Maiden Mary,
She was the Russian Sophia!
I stayed awake all night long
And thought of Mary,
I struggled with the Lord of the Flies,
Snakes, which served Beelzebub,
The rats from the pit of hell.
But Maid Mary, she will be victorious
And after the horror and death
Appears the woman in the dawn!
I mounted the stairway to heaven,
Mary was all with golden hair.
The long white silk
The stairs flowed down.
The knight's love-adventure
Led him through purgatory,
So he came to the gate of heaven,
Veiled by red roses' pile.
There love's knight spoke, Ave
Mary, Queen of Heaven,
Your servant and lover I am
Always, forever your slave,
Whether your highness punishs me
I'll stay enslaved!
In spirit I entered a temple
And lit candles in the temple.
From your revelation a stamp
Was marked inside the man.
I looked fairies and dreams
And fantasies in the room
Of the temple in my vision.
I saw you on a high throne,
The Virgin's image in the icon,
I saw your beautiful face,
Your face shining and light,
I saw you in glory's crown.
Thou was seventeen years young,
Me eternal enthusiasm!
You came down the stairway of heaven
With your energy of youth.
As spring blossomed your clothes,
You girl seventeen years young.
I called you golden Aurora,
I called you flower girl Flora,
Since you gave me a kiss:
The kingdom is near, so now do penance!
Then you went to hell's throat
And pinished with your strong character
The rats of Satan, and the pestilence,
The poisons of Satan, Satan's dogs.
Then you gave me your shoe,
Back up to heaven you went.
It was in a castle in Franconia,
I woke up at dawn,
With my guards to thank you,
Whom thou hast redeemed me from death,
Whom thou hast redeemed me from hell,
That from the torment flowed grace.
You came in the morning light,
I saw your face in my mind
Like dew on chaste rose petal.
I sprinkled throughout the house
The roses of thy love,
Mary's Love's roses glowed,
Love for all the people,
You are the image of God!
When I asked for a name,
How shall I call thee, O woman,
The spirit within me said:
The Beautiful Lady of my poems
Came from the high stars
Down to me from the universe,
To me, from the star of the imagination.
So once called you the poet,
Imagination, the great goddess,
God the Father graciously gave to me,
That she loves the son of man,
God gave her to the poet as his wife!
But I call you, it echoed the sound:
The high woman from space!
GREAT SISTER
Great are you, O sister, my love,
Let me see your face!
I was not glad becauce of my enemy,
Because he to me was night, but my light
Is Jesus yet, my Lord and Master.
You taught me, God of the spirits,
That wisdom is my girlfriend,
The beautiful girlfriend of me in May,
Lady Wisdom is my sister!
Lady Wisdom I call my sister,
I appreciate that detection,
She is beautiful as Judith, Ruth and Esther.
Lord Jesus but my brother is,
Lady Wisdom my sister in the spirit.
Well taught Ecclesiasticus' example,
Lady Wisdom pure and spotless
Is mysteriously
Present in the womb?
With me, whom she has chosen.
Before my mother has born me,
Lady Wisdom resisted all swearing,
Amniotic fluid and placenta she
Blessed in the womb.
My mind was sick about Lady Wisdom.
Away all folly of the Philistines,
The way of my brother Jesus was
The way of sister Wisdom, without scorn,
In the womb she were sibling,
The twin sister of me in the spirit,
Sophia's my eternal sister.
And as I looked to her in the womb
As my inborn ideal,
I also looked on the depth fmiliar
As a teenager bride
She in a spring grove in May.
In the Spirit she was my sister. To marry her
Was all of the youth' desire,
With adoration I looked at her,
Sophia smiled in the tree,
As spirit in spring's green tops,
The young man saw the sister blooming,
She was so beautiful in his dream,
When he listens to the air in the arbor,
The scent of the sister intoxicated him.
World's Soul philosophers call
Sophia, the soul of nature,
And as in May the pretty maids
She is the glory of creation
And reveals God's grace,
Then, the philosopher will perceive
Sophia, as the the flowers blooming,
Peony, glowing in white heat.
Nature wears her spring fashion,
The pigeon in a chestnut tree
Is white as snow and sea foam,
The flowering tree as the Pagoda
Is like a temple of nature,
So I saw Sophia's tracks.
The nobility of the Immaculate
And the Diploma of Beauty them
Possessed the most beautiful of all roses,
The great sister-bride Sophia!
Every day was she like a fair,
Where thankful I eat enjoying,
What my sister gave gracious,
I taste how my sister loves,
I taste the green strength of her love,
I taste her energy,
I taste the sister-bride Sophia!
She lives in each life's instinct!
Uniting the bride to the husband,
The sister, his ideal.
So wisdom is the way,
So one are the groom and the bride,
Who looks on the way is quietly
Speaking confession or praise loudly,
That he looked wisdom in the spirit's lady.
My boy Midda trusted me,
That he saw in his mind
The Divina Sapientia,
He saw the Divine Sophia:
So beautiful her face,
You do not think that you do not believe,
So inexpressibly beautiful is Mary!
The fairest of all women, O Christian,
The sister-bride Mary!
HIGHEST WOMAN
O High Woman, the Christians say:
The man is a reflection of Christ and
Shall bear his crown of thorns
And suffer love all hours,
The woman is only a reflection of the man.
And the apostle Paul can it
Explain how a man was created:
The first creation is the man
The woman God created as a second.
The order of creation is thus:
The man is the head, so says a Christian,
The man's wife and children derive.
The woman in Christian review
Is the church, the bride of Christ.
Thus, in the Christian aesthetics
An Anglican philosopher
Wrote a Christian poetic,
Not a Poet on the Court of Minstrels,
Where the Diva inaugurates the verses.
No, according to the word of the philosopher
The poet looks at something higher,
Strives to the Supreme his course,
Now are men over the women
And over the men is the spirit,
The poet praises so the spirit,
To see the Lord in all
As did Milton in the epic,
Where Eve had lowly degrees.
And the Carmelite nun,
The dear friend Edith Stein,
Wrote: Every woman is the Madonna,
The men are to be Christ.
The man precedes namely
The woman. (The woman is so stupid,
But how glorious to God is man?)
The woman in the man sees Christ,
The man sees in the woman the Mother
Of Christ, the beloved woman.
A man was Jesus Christ!
The mother gives the children food,
The man is but a pure mind,
Because he's an image of Christ.
O High Woman, forgive my sin,
That against my conscience I
Committed, when I had justified this,
What I do not think. I love you,
O High Woman, you light in the dark,
I am a true muse's priest,
Perfection in my vision
Is gathered in a woman.
The poet looks up to the woman,
The Eternal Feminine the man
To Beautiful Love erects,
The poet of the woman's womb
Loves the heavenly lights,
The gloss of the woman's womb.
The Muses' priest serves the Muses,
The lover on the court of love
Lobes the lady with sublime bosom.
What is to God a philosopher,
What are to Love theologians?
Whom Love has erected,
Looking at a woman, the man
Sees perfect beauty of God.
He looks in his beloved lady
His ideal and the idea
Of heavenly beauty. In the woman
I love God, and his name is,
The deity's name is Charity,
Mistress Charity worships the Christ.
So I can only kneel before you,
O High Woman, as a monk,
To me it is otherwise not awarded,
I pray to the Virgin Mary!
The Great Lady, my secret wife,
The mysterious and gracious goddess,
The High Woman, the wife in God,
The woman in itself, without spot,
The High Woman in heavenly purity
As immaculate original idea
In the heart of God! I see
The Great Lady in the Three-Union.
As a poet and as a Christian and man
I adore the High Woman in God!
EVER-VIRGIN
You ever-virgin! Aphrodite
Consumes but only with Cupid's poison!
So it teaches us the Greek myth
In the tragedian poets writing.
Aphrodite with Cupid
Destroys the pious hero
By a bull with strong force
As of the horn of passion!
For Aphrodite is in fashion
Lascivious half naked in sensuality
And Cupid with the urge to act,
The hero they lead to death,
Desire appears as a curse,
As curse after dark fates' saying.
But a goddess praises the poet,
The pure light in darkness,
The Queen of the heavenly lights,
The chaste virgin Artemis!
To the chaste Artemis consecrates himself,
The virgin even courted as a virgin
The chaste youth Hippolit,
So it sings us the poet's song.
The Goddess Virgin of virgins,
So pure and spotless and chaste,
No man can in a sparse flesh
Naked see her in the sacred bathing!
The one who saw her naked, tore
Virgin-angrily Artemis in parts!
You ever-virgin! As the Franks
Became ill in France
By a woman, when they become ill,
Healing brings the Virgin! Look, the wind
Comes from the blue ocean,
The wind blows in the Virgin's flag,
Gold on a blue background three lilies,
So pure and chaste the virgin to behold,
She's not for female way,
Only girls rested in her bed.
Whether she had still the hymen,
The nuns examine her female-wise.
She was a virgin, chaste and strong,
The franc Savior, Joan of Arc!
The chaste virgin-youth
Was strong by her force of chastity
And the savior with the power of virtue,
The Messenger of God was Joan of Arc!
The country was in chaos embedded,
A woman rescued, a virgin,
By virginity the country,
Virginity, sent by God.
In the pure hand consecrated weapons,
Joan of Arc gained in international war
The victory, the divinely ordained victory!
Joan of Arc died by the false priests,
In a fiery death she worshipped,
Only Jesus, Jesus, Jesus she cried!
You ever-virgin! O Mary,
Immaculate and spotless,
Much like the divine Sophia
Are you the girlfriend spotless,
Are you the sinless soul,
Without blemish, without fault,
From the purest of pure primal light,
Idea of beauty, clean and bright,
You enter just in pure souls
And make them to prophets and
Friends of God in the federal government,
You just choose the pure souls,
Who are solely dedicated to you
In heavenly virginity!
Mary, who looked in mind on you,
Beholds the chaste moon in orbit,
The morning dew glistening,
Looking the crystal vase,
Beholds the marble of St. Peter,
Sees the Virgin in the ether,
Sees the Creator's ideal,
You, lights still as sunbeams,
Like transparent touch of silk
A light dress for your bright flesh,
Your light flesh transparent and pure,
A candy for the eyes,
Goddess of goddesses, Light from Light -
As Midda says: You can't believe it!
VIRGIN IN THE DRESS OF WHEAT
O Virgin in the dress of ears,
So today I read in the Talmud:
Children and heathen play the fool,
Not aged in the blood of grapes,
Unripened grapes they are.
Who stiffened on Wisdom,
She only talks with an old man,
Who much of the world and people know,
Who a grape is ripe and sweet,
Your Way greets him with awe
And the old man sitting at your feet,
Of the old man speech flowed abundantly,
So will it be for his listeners
As he drinks of old wine.
A rabbi said, on the other hand:
The wise man then asks nothing, what
Vessel contains wine blessing,
Whether old cup, cup of young,
Whether young chalice, whether old cup,
The wine alone refreshed the revelers.
As the young wine cup can
Be full of deep wisdom of God.
In the old cup can be wine
That tastes like vinegar.
Of wine spirit inside infected.
The old mug may contain
Vinegar to the drunkards ridicule,
The young chalice but the blood of God!
O Virgin in the dress of ears,
My dear son Jedidiah I see
Again, my eyes's bliss,
Jedidiah I saw as an idea
In the spirit, despite the devil's lies.
Jedidiah went one day on the sea
With me in a wheat field
Strolling. I hold instantly
The charming boy, my son,
I'll show him bevy white and tender,
Cornflowers blue of beautiful nature,
And cow parsley, wild poppies,
The Purple Poppie on the field:
Son, so beautiful is God's world!
Son, watch the beautiful golden wheat,
How does the ear stalk to stalk
Collec and his arms spread!
I would like my Son to sing a psalm
And sing about the golden wheat
And sing of the blond stimuli,
As Solomon sang Sulamit
Once in love's song of songs:
Your lap is like a sheaf of wheat,
Crowned with delicate flower bloom!
I rustles the anthem in my ears,
The beloved one's lap of blond color
Appears in my mind,
I see Sulamit like gold.
Son, I say, Jedidiah, look,
Mary is light and pure,
In ear dress the beloved woman
Mary is as beautiful as gold!
Mary is like golden wheat,
Adorned with all the charms of God!
From horizon to horizon
Mary spreads her blond mantle,
Son, watching her limbs spread!
The cornfield is Mary's bed,
She smiles as the flower nice,
She laughs as sunlight, as wheat,
Very bright is her face,
She is like gold and sunlight!
My son, we never want to skimp
With love for Our Lady!
She is as fertile as the wheat,
Beautiful as the grain's flower blue,
She is as golden as the ears,
So we want to honor Mary,
With peace only and never with anger,
She is the bread's mother and the grain's,
She fills the pots with flours,
She gives the cake and bread,
This makes healthy red cheeks,
Foster mother she is of our soul!
And Jedidiah called before all the world:
Mary goes through the wheat field!
QUEEN OF LOVE
O Queen of Beautiful Love,
Mary Moon and Mayden Maye,
Now the juice in life's instincts
Drives strong, powerful, wild and free,
Filled with boundless longing
And miserable with life-long tears
I hunger for a woman,
Her blood I love, I love her body,
I look around for the woman's soul,
To breathe in her breath,
To breathe in her female being!
And yet, O Madonna, I choose
Xou and love you as my bride,
To you I have entrusted my heart!
So I was sitting in the spring garden
On a garden bench in the light,
I looked at the heavenly tender
And sweet forget-me-not,
Read in the Bible as the pious,
There I saw you, Mary has come,
You smiled as spring night,
You've laughed at me celestial,
With bare feet on the grass
You came near tot me,
And lovingly picked for me
From the green shrub the peony,
Annealed pure as white heat,
O Peony from Paradise!
You are from the paradise of Venus,
From the third heaven you came,
You virgin mother of Nazareth,
The beloved Lady, you would incline
The poet in gentle love,
Me vanishing bless all the senses,
I was pervaded by a sweet consolation,
My hair you caressed me,
Caressed my blond curls.
Happiness of the presence!
The infinite tenderness tender!
God spoke his Amen by the bell
And a butterfly silently scream
Out of sheer bliss in May!
O Queen of Beautiful Love,
I want to ask you something, that is,
How are my holy impulses?
I will also like to ask you,
Whether Jesus Christ on the Cross
Has hung in particular stimuli
Of a beautiful naked human body?
The church still talkes about it as a fact,
That Jesus wore the skirt of the loins,
Nothing but his nakedness' short
And the shame loincloth.
If robbers die on the cross,
Thus, these robbers were naked,
Full naked, that's a fact.
The Queen of Beautiful Love
Full of motherly wisdom said,
As Adam naked in his instincts
Sinned in paradise, oh,
How naked Adam in Paradise
Sinned, Christ had this
Atonement to make for original sin, naked
On the cross to die, that's a fact,
Therefore Christ hung on the cross undressed
As the new Adam on the tree
Of life on the cross. and hardly
He hung on the cross, where he is suffering,
I took the veil from the main
And well he died in loincloth.
O Queen of Beautiful Love,
You had bound your veil
At the shame of the Lord to his instincts
For cases in mystery
Of chastity. Talking true,
They say so that Magdalene
Bound your veil on the shame
Of the Lord, who was her groom,
The sinner was bride in repentance,
Is that the truth, Our Lady?
The Queen of Love, look,
She spoke in her farewell salutation:
I myself go to the groom
The veil to bound on the naked shame.
BELOVED MOTHER OF HEAVEN
O heavenly Mum, you love,
You have healed all the pain of love!
I eagerly sought in my instincts
Marital Love's jokes,
All my desire was the aura
Of my beautiful sweetheart Haura,
But Haura, not loving me, oh,
My heart broke into a thousand pieces!
O heavenly Mum of Rome,
I cried unto the angel of mine,
Grandmother came to me,
Archangel from heaven, Grandma,
Full of love she wrapped
Me in her white glowing wings.
Mary, I have long time not mother
Said to you, I called thee the bride.
Well, sweet as honey, mild as butter,
If I have seen thy mother's heart.
Grandmother full of love's flame,
I love children and my nurse,
She revealed to me in pain
From heaven her maternal heart.
Oh, ash was alone my feed
And tears to me alone my potion,
O woman, I was sick with love!
Grandmotherly as heavenly Mother
My angel brought me consolation,
My archangel caressed me.
O heavenly Mum, you love,
You taught me, Mary, now,
With all my soul's instincts
I need to rest on your breast.
Your motherly bosom white as butter,
In a marble figure of the mother's
Mercifully-maternal breast,
Was my inner child's joy!
As a small child with love
I always pure kisses kissed
And sucked the milk in abundance
And hid myself between your breasts
And sucked the milk of consolation,
Mary, my dear mother!
The host was my soul's food,
Our Lady's Milk was Blood of Christ.
O Great Mother, O God's Mother,
I came to you with ardor!
O Mother, all mothers' love
Is unloving, their soul empty and bitter,
Compared with the motherhood
Of Mary, with your love!
Mary, heavenly Lady of Loretto,
(The German poet was the rhymer)
You realm of milk and honey-comb,
You were my mother goddess
And apparently tested without mockery:
You want to lead to God Mother!
O heavenly Mum, you love,
You flawless mirror image,
You are a pure mirror without pulp,
The motherly love of God mild,
With all my childhood's pain
To God's maternal heart
You led me without ridicule,
Upwards to the maternal God!
You taught me the mystical dogma
Of Wisdom. I have looked at
God Mother Wisdom, God as a bride,
Lady Wisdom (Jews say Chokmah)
How Ecclesiasticus made her familiar to me:
Lady Wisdom is mother and bride!
O woman of Revelation, goddess,
In the secret you yourself disclosed,
Mysterious soul-spouse
And of tender mother's love full,
You give your flesh as my soul's food,
You feed with bread as a mother,
Wine of consolation you always give me,
The blood of the mother's heart, my dear!
And I stood before the soul's food,
The Eucharist in the Church,
So I heard Lady Wisdom fine
Whisper: I'm your mother,
I will forever be your mother,
I, deity, come into you!
MADONNA WITH CHILD
Madonna with the dear child,
How was offended my heart!
By lovelessness and some sins
I was inflicted with so bitter pain,
It was so empty in my heart,
So I was exploited by pain!
But what filled me that was there,
The love of the Host it was,
And Saint. Mary's motherly love!
Because thou saidst, The sun light
Came back to the face of God,
On Saturday, the slurry is over.
Then goes into a triumphant run
The sun on my son.
On Sunday morning, O Madonna,
Because thou didst speak so sweet to me:
The children are your bliss,
It is the child Jesus for you!
The gentle Jesus you shall feel,
The Child Jesus in children's games!
Not meditation and prayer
Is what is a duty today for you,
With children you shall reconcile you.
So the Blessed Mother teaches you
God the Mother is also seriously
Strictly the mother to the children.
But when the child regrets,
God-mother again is pleased!
Madonna, as you said in the morning,
So I went obediently your way.
So I went completely without worry,
As I stood on the road bridge,
Then I saw converted the Madonna
So heavenly beautiful that I ecstatically
Gave my reverence to the woman!
Look, the Madonna of my acting
Was tall and slender, light of purity,
The skirt was black, the dress was white,
She smiled so sweetly silent,
Her long black hair was of fineness,
It blew the veil in the wind.
Madonna, where was your child?
Your dear child I saw waiting,
Suddenly I saw the vision,
The boy Jesus stood in the garden,
In the spring garden stood the son,
The Son of God, the Son of Mary,
I saw the child Messiah
In the glory of sweetness,
The Prince of Peace in Paradise,
He folded his hands in prayer
And was buried in prayer,
And as he still was praying,
After the prayers he ends
His wide arms ge openedt,
I was blessed by the little man!
When Jesus had prayed so,
The small children came,
They danced in the flowery garden,
Chestnut flowers in the hair,
Chestnut blossoms, pink flakes,
Like blessing in the golden curls.
The children came near merrily,
Running rampant embraced me
And said that they did love me
And that they were no longer angry.
The children shouted cheer,
The dove flew, it flew the raven,
The hens on the meadow plan
Gathered around the cock.
Madonna with the dear child,
My suffering was not in vain,
I atoned suffering some sins,
My pain was like a altar of penance.
From you, Madonna, from the beautiful
Madonna ran out reconciliation
And after repentance the jubilee
And after repentance the kiss of love!
How happy the children were bustling,
How loving the children had views,
Jesus gave me happiness,
Madonna shouts and cheers me!
Madonna with the child,
I sang to the Lord Hallelujah!
NOTRE DAME DE LA MATERNITE
O Queen of the mothers of France,
O Lady of motherhood,
I consecrate to you the mothers of France.
Only sensuality and passion
And superficiality and foolishness,
Not interested in the truth,
They slaughter the fruit of the womb,
Loved fornication, not the breed,
They look just for carnal pleasures,
They only looks without ceasing
For the unscrupulous fun,
The women wants many men's kisses.
In egocentrism great they are,
Their ego is the Axis Mundi!
Alas, the punishment of my sins,
Because to the Lord I turned my back,
The large Venus to announce,
Because I sacrificed heart, mind
And spirit of faith and loving soul
To the large Venus that I choose
The idol of my love's power,
The idol of passion,
Therefor, woe is me, God met me fine!
God sent me to the heathland,
It was ruled by folly, foolishness,
I was suppressed as a slave,
My body and mind was no longer free,
Enslaved by dame folly's tyranny!
What I did for the French,
Did I not do everything as their servant?
Patiently I wore their anger,
My life became to me a battle,
Ih, the French mothers
Made my soul mad, angry, bitter,
Destroyed was my cult of feminism
By French women whose guilt
Almost drove me in a women-hater!
I screamed: The women are no good,
They are the scourge of the judgement,
So constantly dripping rainwater
Into the house through the broken roof,
So are this babbling tongues!
O women of France, woe, woe,
As yet Ecclesiasticus is right
And Solomon's wisdom sees,
I also confirmed and I should think,
It is better, all alone in the corner
To live as with women of conceit!
Women without breeding, pretty things,
In the mouth of the sow a golden ring!
The women talk, in words rich,
A woman can babble endlessly,
This is for a wise and learnedman
As for the old man on the dikes to mount,
He gasps, his stick in his hand,
Upwards laboriously through the sand.
The women of France, o prophets,
The frenchwoman who were never silent,
It's like a war trumpet,
The man constantly lives in the war!
Lady Wisdom remains distant, Mistress Truth,
But the follish women prevail dame folly!
Stolen bread tastes sweet,
Well is the stolen meat on a spit.
The wild woman knows a lot to talk,
Full of ignorant folly,
Dame folly reigns throughout the country,
They love the sparrows in hand,
Despise the pigeons on the roof,
The foolish women there were bossy!
How fine prophesied but the poet
About French women in the poem,
How about true love spoke the judge:
Like a cute doll is the face,
The body full of lust, full the breasts.
But France's Muses,
So high we praise their charms,
Sorry, ye do not mind!
I tolerated the women spotting,
My purgatory, my judgment,
But because I suffer, do not think
I would divine deify ye!
Ah Notre Dame, Notre Dame,
Ah Vierge Marie, plus belle des femmes!
MOTHER OF THE MOUNT OF OLIVES
You Olive-mother of my suffering,
Through suffering I became Catholic.
Silk Love in the scent dress
And with the voice like music
In love brought me melancholy.
By melancoly I became a Catholic,
And a Catholic poet
And a Christian prophet
Wisdom brought to from Mount Carmel,
That suffering is the way to God.
The Way of the Cross without ridicule,
Not Venus, the idol of marble,
Lust is not love, lust full of charm,
Love is the God on the cross!
And God sent me the Cross,
The station of the Cross, Gethsemane.
The beautiful love full of charms
Was the garden of my melancholy,
I was full of Gethsemane's wormwood,
Full of poison of hemlock, bitter melancholy!
Love in the light dress
Became for me the night of loneliness.
Since I became a knight of love
And a knight of sad shape.
The pain with burning with violence
And pierced me, the heart was bitter,
The bitterness of love in the heart,
I tasted the bitter pain of Christ.
The friends had left me,
The girlfriends in my distress.
But I loved them who hated me,
I died a little love-death,
But I hated who loved me.
So I was driven through the night,
Suffering from pain's wild rage.
Melancholy black my hot blood,
I became of bitter wormwood a drunkard
And sweated blood with my sweat,
My heart was like fire and ice,
I emptied all the suffering's cup.
O I knew the pain, which
Flows from Christ's bitter cup!
But Henry Suso and the priest
Of Secret Wisdom taught me:
The night of the soul, faith gloomy,
Cleans you through pain.
You are in the faith adventure
On earth already in Purgatory,
Learn the mystery of the cross
Even here in purgatory.
I was like the poet Dante,
Who to Beatrice consecrated himself.
The seventh circle of sensuality
In purgatory, I realized.
Purified by the pain force,
Purgified by the glow of passion!
As it sang Dante,
By Beatrice's religious wisdom:
Who burned in purgatory,
Shouted, Immaculate Virgin, come!
The love of sin in the flesh
Only heals the Immaculate, the chaste,
Mary, after the poet's writing,
Did not cost of Venus' poison.
To Mary's immaculate purity
The sins of my sensuality
Penitently I consecrated
And so I became unit
In the spirit with Our Lady
And she looked into the drunken spectacle!
In the year two thousand at christmas
I saw in a visionary spectacle
The Madonna, beautiful as a May night,
Our love loving charming woman.
In the sky, the Madonna floated
As beautiful as paradise bliss,
The Beauty immaculate, perfect,
The clear purity unsullied.
I called the Virgin Mary:
Have Mercy, O Lady!
You Beautiful Lady of my show,
Are you the Hagia Sophia,
The Platonic Urania,
The Divine Sapience?
PANHAGIA
Panhagia, very pure and holy,
I write to you this night,
I am writing you drunken and in a hurry
And praise thy beauty power!
Pretty in flawless youth,
Full sacred in perfect virtue,
Idea of the beauty of my sight,
You are God's ideal of woman,
You are of all goodness the pure mirror,
You are full of goodness, mild and meek,
You are femininity of flesh and blood,
You Virgin on the Mount Sion,
You are of all holiness the idea,
I mentally sea your perfection!
Panhagia, so praise the Greeks
In Cyprus' sanctuary you,
Panhagia, smell the incense
Of the high veneration I leave
To you Aphroditissa that in Cyprus
As Virgin overcomes vipers
And all creeping vermin!
To you Aphroditissa, my poem
Was consecrated, Queen of the Muses,
I look at you in marble,
Embrace you as a man of God,
Alive is your white bosom
And squirts milk into my mouth
And my soul is healthy.
I praise you as philosopher
And sing you like Empedocles
And consecrate my verses
To the Highest Good of Socrates,
I dedicate all my instincts
To Mary, Queen of Love,
You in the triumphant victory
Still overcomes Father War!
For in the cosmic battles
Lady Charity arguing with hatred,
Lady Charity without ceasing,
When the Queen in dark nights
Appears to sweet Love's game
And leads the Universe to its goal.
Panagia, Father War
Is not so powerfull as Aphroditissa,
You promised thy victory
And wonderful peace of mind.
Your motherly breast, white as marble,
Nourishes in the universe god Cupid,
O Aphroditissa, for your son
Obtaines the Amorisation
Of the universe through love.
But Father War is banished,
The hatred is defeated by the victory
Of the consecration of our soul's impulses,
Which to Aphroditissa are consecrated,
The godlike heavebly virgin.
Panhagia, in my own way
I praise your beauty,
The sage live all, as it is said,
In the glory of the Pan-Sophie!
For Aphroditissa is Mary,
Panhagia is Pansophia,
Sophia lives deep in everything.
A song in all things is sleeping,
This created only the love of God,
The Pansophia is the force,
The love, creating all life,
World soul she is, immaculate,
The Logos in femininity,
So she teaches me in my night prayer.
Panhagia, o Pansophia,
You are the soul of nature,
As beautiful as Our Lady Mary
Are you mistress of the creatures.
I am your servant, I am yours,
She is the mistress of all animals,
The Lady in the floral kingdom,
And all the people godlike
Sing praises her as a goddess of grace!
For God by grace made her
To my goddess Pansophia,
Goddess and bride of my soul,
She is baptized by the Holy Spirit
In Cyprus Aphroditissa!
SOURCE OF THE HOLY OIL
Source of my anointing, my Confirmation,
In your arms I went,
With your mantle's protection and shielding
To the house of Ecclesia,
Where I received the Spirit's seal,
You bride of the Spirit, pure mirror
Of the force that blows in the house of God.
By the municipal people's applause
The priest of scholarly variety
Received me in the Promised Land
Of the church, who was once Protestant,
Who now seves the church with the Word,
Is now the son of Ecclesia
And the husband of the Bible!
Source of the anointing of my mind,
To me now the Spirit was glossy,
Sacrament of the Spirit, it is said,
It was in me like a wedding dance,
I was so blessed by the Spirit
And danced with the wind merry,
Like Mechthild once in the German country
Gladly danced at the Spirit's hand
And swung in the dance of joy the loins,
The hips rocked with delight,
Prior to her delight hopped the chest,
So I punched at the spirit's hand.
With red roses' bouquet
For Haura I danced homeward.
You source of the consecrated oil,
You spoke in the inner sanctuary
Ro your servant in his very soul,
Woman you are of the gospel:
Look at my paradise garden,
Thou shalt wait as my gardener,
Present as a paradise woman
In the garden of your neighbor,
Me and saints and little angels.
Even Christ as a gardener was
The new Adam wonderful.
Deliver you the lily stalk
From nettles, thistles, thorns. Be
My gardener in the May of Love!
Like Adam in the acidic sweat,
Trickled from the presence,
I pull out the black earth
With their roots cool and dense
Nettles, weeds, nettles of fire,
Them to tie up with the horny drives
From the chaste pure rose bush.
Breath of God, the sweet breath of May
Caressed me the pink roses,
Blossoming again in paradise,
As a Christian I did this gardener work
For the glory of the Immaculate,
I am Mary's lover
In the garden of my neighbor.
You are the source of enthusiasms,
As soon as I came from the rose bush,
Since I heard singing in tongues
The Wisdom of Alexander Blok:
To crown gloriously Lady Wisdom,
I show competition!
What does contain the beautiful world,
The most beautiful women of the world,
Their appearance, women proud of Spain,
Full embers from South America,
Full femininity from India,
The best part came from Germany,
The most beautiful woman in Eve's dress,
The Venus of our new age!
I all the beautiful women
With philosopher-eye see
And may look drunken in the spirit
The idealistic idea
Of the most beautiful of all women,
Mary I may see happy!
Idea in the Ideas' Room,
Led me to the ideal
In the Spirit of God. All the Muses
Led me to the woman,
Blessed by the drunken scene
Madonna I collapsed to her bosom!
Madonna smiling speaks:
Arch-Beauty is your deity!
ROSE OF HEAVENLY GRACE
O rose full of grace, rose
Full of heavenly beauty!
I saw in a dream the Immaculate Virgin,
O beloved Haura, do not be angry,
As far as I thank you my poems,
Today I lean over the beauty
In her lily stalk body.
So God has remembered the woman,
When God created the Immaculate Virgin,
Imagine the fun that God had.
Madonna of Spain, without blemish,
Her clothing is like a rose,
Of rose petals finely woven,
In the rose dress the lily lives.
I saw the Spanish Madonna
In her red rose skirt
(The Italians say Gonna).
The red rose flowers
With its flowers pavilions
Flourished high on the balconies,
Madonna was in the room alone,
Alone with her beiung a rose,
And danced in the red coat,
She danced like a dream of love,
On red rose skirt hem
Grenades were ringing as bells,
She wrapped in her love for dance
In her hand the rosary.
She lit candles consecrated
Before Christ on the altar.
The rose with the rose's heart,
With attached curly hair
Well looked down from the balconies,
As a singer in front of the balcony
The woman Madonna sung,
The lyre full of art defeated.
And the poet I was, and later
Madonna came down to me
And a chaste kiss gave me
And said, O my poet Saint Josef,
I saw you today in a dream and I
Admit you: I love you!
O beautiful Queen of the roses
In your garden paradise,
I prayed to the Immaculate Virgin,
My prayer was a sweet singing:
Madonna, give me strength and power
And love me for love of art!
I bathed in the water bath
And wrapped myself in a spring dress,
Since I got a call that he caresses me,
Then he cried from far away in the wind:
I am the beloved Jesus,
Mary's sweet boy Jesus:
Come here, I wish you a lot of good,
With Jesus play a nice game!
The boy Jesus played king,
From eternity it is written,
That Jesus is a king graciously.
Then I called Your Majesty,
You are my Emperor exalted,
The Emperor mine, the boy Jesus,
I am his least servant!
How was clear to me the idea,
Since I and Jesus were friends,
And in the heat of the sun
We fought the good fight
And overcame all enemies,
Then the king called all over the world:
I am a king and a hero!
Orb was his mother earth,
The apple was of pure gold.
May it all become a kingdom,
As God willed it from eternity,
Lay on the main the Son of God
And people without his crown.
O Imperial Majesty,
Fantastic, I spoke as a poet,
My Emperor, my dear boy Jesus,
You are an Emperor all over the world,
Whether the world will keep you dead.
But I have a firm belief,
Because of your coming like the wind again,
God-Emperor, O my Christ-child!
BEAUTIFUL MADONNA
O most beautiful of all the Madonnas,
Let your beauty be highly praised!
In the dark night I started
The pilgrimage, I was seized by the spirit
And he took me to Malta.
Seems implausible this to the readers?
In Malta, a procession
Of penitents wore the mercy seat
Of Mary to save the world.
That God does not punish mankind,
Each penitent was enslaved,
Contributed to the feet of iron chains.
Madonna was but black in pain!
Redemptive bled her heart!
The beauty of the Madonna, Rosa
Mystica, beauty full of ornaments,
Appeared as Mater Dolorosa.
Wild fought a black bull,
But the bullfighter won. In Spain
Screamed the pilgrims from Germany,
Screamed when the Queen appeared,
The pilgrims all kneel before her,
Of Guadalupe in the land of Spain
Appeared the red Queen.
Columbus I saw kneeling in prayer.
Who brings us the chestnuts otherwise
From God's fire as Our Lady,
The Black Virgin of my sight!
Then the spirit took me by the hair
And led me over the blue sea
To the islands of the Canaries.
Not yet was Spain's army of knights
On Tenerife's rocky coast
Landed when Mary kissed
There loving the Guanches people.
A shepherd there with his lamb
Madonna saw at the shore.
The chief of the Guanches came,
Madonna recorded in his tent,
As she landed on this island,
Became queen in the pastoral state
And mother-bride in matriarchy!
Then over this stretched oceans
With Santa Maria, I went there,
The Immaculate Virgin my flag,
The beautiful Queen of the peoples.
The pilgrim was tragic and germanic,
The islands saw of the Americans
And moaning, sighing Ah and Oh
And came to the beautiful Mexico
And saw celebrating Indians
And dancing joyful dances.
The Virgin full of starlight
In seven veils of the universe
And long black silky hair
The Muse was of an artist.
He holding in hands the guitar
Sung Mary Sulamit:
How long do I sigh and wait for you,
Beloved, singing this love song.
Once I was a believer and a Catholic,
Then I looked very melancholy
The mother-bride in India,
But it was in America,
My brown girl Morenita,
The Great Lady of Mexico,
Now I moan to you Ah and Oh,
You Virgencita, Indianita,
You are the true mother-bride,
I completely trusted to you my heart!
The Artist's hands the guitar
To the image of the Virgin took up:
No longer do I wait in vain!
The girl prancing comes over,
The most beautiful of all the Madonnas,
Adorned with beauty of God's delight,
As the dark night of Mount Carmel was
Her beautiful black hair,
The body was of thinness,
The girl's skin brown of the south.
The most beautiful of all gorgeous women,
She heals all the diseases of love
And lays the lover full of lust
In bed at night on the full breasts!
MADONNA
Madonna enthroned in heaven,
When went home to the highest good
My grandmother, my beloved Nonna,
When I laid in my blood
And wriggled in my blood,
Then I saw you in mind, you good one,
The mother with the child in her arms,
In deathchill love warm,
Because you looked like the the Sistine!
Then I lay rigid in the madhouse,
I sent out a letter
To my girlfriend Anne Catharine:
Send me the Sistine's image
For quite as her Madonna is mild!
The pathological inspirations
Passed, I saw the earth,
The pastor's sermon
Caught me, I became a Protestant.
Madonna inspired painters,
I was an Evangelical
And strict fundamentalist
And honored but as a devout Christian
Even the Sistine Madonna,
The mother of my Lord, the maid,
In the rose-colored robe
And in the blue sea's Gonna
(So in Rome they call her skirt).
Almost blind, I went to the cane.
I was baptized by the firy spirit
Of the Pentecostal enthusiasm,
That is something I favor the ledge,
I sung Madonna beautiful and young,
The Eternal Father's nymph,
Sung as a charismatic-evangelical
Madonna's beauty in a novel,
Madonna's beauty was my plan,
The youth's beauty of the Sistine.
When Haura was my muse
With her dance charm delicate,
Paired with Anne Catharine,
I was singing in front of the Sistine,
Your picture hung always on my wall.
Melancholic of love's pain
I've converted to the church
And charismatic and catholic
Was taught by prophets I
About the nature of our dear mother
And about the host, soul's food.
Then I came a poet
And Wisdom's prophet
And I said, fiance of Sophia,
I am the least servant
Of the pure queen of heaven,
Child of the Sistine.
Novalis it was, the soft seer,
Who sweetly sang Sistine.
Of all the pictures of the Madonna
Man-made this is the most beautiful,
Sistine, none can describe you,
You are the queen of heaven,
O woman on bare feet.
An old pious man from Poland
Before my goddess of the sky
Taught me the rosary.
No girl-goddess is so pure
As the Sistine without blemish,
Because her formed undefiled God.
Furthermore, said Rudolf Steiner:
Who prays before the Sistine,
In body and soul will be healed.
Well wide from your kingdom, you beautiful,
Mary, your beauty, you glory,
Teach me the highest praise's tone,
O, in the Gospel,
You goddess who lives in Dresden,
I beseech thee for my friend
And for the whole German Country:
My friend is a Protestant,
Rationalist and Protestant.
But in Dresden he saw your picture
And he said, Mary is so mild,
God the Father's daughter, the Lamb's nymph,
That a pious man of God
Must fall in love with the Sistine!
OUR LADY OF ALL
You beloved woman over all
The beloved women in the world!
My little song will be pleasing to you,
Because, lo, I was once a hero,
Old-time's Love's knight,
Who fought to the last lance's splitter,
Who once saw in a shop
Madonna, Our beloved Lady,
From his vision he was perplexed,
The greatest love was crazy,
So was delighted by the beauty
The knight of Love in confusion,
The world was before the feet his queen,
He walked as a fool in Christ.
He was not wearing jewelry of lovely ladies
And the stockings of a woman,
He wrote only Mary's name
With blood on his white body.
He put no silver chains
In order to save his neck up,
He lay on for the protection
Of Mary a talisman.
And despite the cold men's ridicule
He wrote on his knightly shield
The name of the Madonna mild:
Hail, Mother of God!
He dressed from head to toe
The Mother of God only with his greetings!
He did not look for beautiful women,
They no longer greeted his greeting,
Whether with flawless bodies
And kissing mouthes or bare feet
And semi-covered breasts
They aApproached him, proud Muses,
Mary's chivalrous man
Saw no lovely lady,
He served only the woman of the women,
The godlike heavenly Lady,
Only her airwaves clear body,
To see the heavenly vision,
And often with the greetings Ave
To kiss a chaste kiss!
Crusaders rode to the grave
Of the Lord, in the struggle with Islam.
Mary's knight gave the gift
And came to the sepulcher of Christ.
Where Godfrey, Tancred and the others
In the fight to the tomb of Christ hike
And where has fallen Rinald
Before the power of a female figure,
The knights all who came there,
To liberate Jerusalem,
Who called all pleasant
The names of their proud ladies,
Mary's knight but, lo,
Mary declared for his Lady!
When of Jerusalem returned home
The knight of Our Lady,
The knight lonely worshiped
In his eremitage.
Not with Christianity together,
Mary he celebrated lonely
And used his lonely cult
As an idolatry of Mary
And searched through secret channels
Mary, his love-cult
Was archaic and arcane,
He sought the blessing of Our Lady,
The Lady of Paradise,
Which he praised as his goddess!
And when he came to his first death,
No priest came to his bed,
He did not advertise as a penitent,
Whether God nor'd have a grace.
He wasn't in the church's theater
Of God the Father
And God the Son and God the Spirit.
He Mary as Goddess only praises.
So to his bed came the devil,
That he take him into hell.
Then tore the Blessed Mother's Spirit
The dying out of all doubts
And she prayed to God for her husband,
He then won paradise.
ABANDONED MOTHER
Abandoned Mother, oh remember
Miriam, your dear child,
She once taught me the inmost
Devotion to Our Lady.
Are addressed today not your eyes
To Miriam, your shy doe?
She knelt at the altar, I saw
Miriam in the Ecclesia.
And when she sung Chants
And Mary's hymns in Latin,
She invited me to worship
The Virgin of South America,
Dug into my soul Miriam
The grace of the Maid of Guadalupe!
She taught me the church's dogma
And the mysticism of Mount Carmel,
And when I said, I will of Chokmah
Be a virgin bachelor,
Her good-for-nothing,
No, the Madonna's Minstrel
I want to be with my gift,
How then smiled Miriam fine.
And when in the appearance's grotto
Of the Immaculate Lady of Lourdes
In spirit I learned rebirth
And in spite of the world and their mockery
Deceit Our Lady's engagement's ring,
Miriam was smiling at me.
She was herself to Jesus Christ
Engaged as a pure bride,
Who Christ with her lips kissed,
She saw Christ in the bread.
She lived in the spirit as free,
As a slave in Marian consecration,
As maid of the handmaid of the Lord.
Often she sang Ave Star of the Sea,
O Mother of God, I salute you!
She wanted to be a novice
And serve in the Hyperdulie
Mary that she expiatory penance
The cold philanthropy avarice
As a bride of Christ on the cross!
But the german student
It did not lead to the theocracy,
Saint Augustine and the patristics,
No, to the Gentiles matriarchy,
First, the Gentiles feminism,
Then to the sinner's hedonism,
For the vanity of the vain world.
A sinner keeps her embraced,
A husband of two wives,
But she still sinful
In great lesbian infatuation
The women loved to watch her
As lesbians naked in the flesh,
No more believing and no more chaste.
Whether God Mother or Father
Be the same goals of fools ridicule.
In a church's sacred theater
Do not be the true Lord and God.
And if grandmothers gather,
Mary stammer muttering Ave
And praying their rosary
In the chapel by the candles shine,
Miriam was repelled by it.
The emptiness of atheism
Spoke from the letters of this maiden,
The usual pious but honored the great
Prophets and poets. yet
Now she was like an empty hole.
She had once in the chapel
Seen Therese of Lisieux
And heard the nurse at the site:
Je t'aime, je t'aime, amour de Dieu!
Now she waved her eyelashes,
Now, with the vanity of make-up
She painted godlessness
From the point of vanity.
And as the sum of her doubts
Sold she to idle target
Fame for her violin
To the world and the flesh and the devil.
Abandoned mother! dedicated to you
Be Miriam now and forever!
WHITE LADY
O White Lady, White Lady,
I often saw you in my dreams,
Before I know of God's name,
You ether woman in bright foam,
I saw you, virgin without fault,
As a guiding light in my soul.
You led me to the Christian faith.
Not Isis is the queen,
Not Venus is the beloved,
I coo like all turtledoves:
Be thou a spirit in the bridegroom,
Only Madonna Mary!
And when I came to the Christian faith,
I saw the white woman in a dream.
The woman could not rob me,
That emerges from the soul's foam.
Madonna in the white dress,
The light gown of white silk,
As a shining light in the dark tower,
Goddess of the moon up there on the moon,
Much like the divine Dian,
I saw the chaste form of light
One day in the Teutoburg Forest
And prayed as Teut and Mana
To Madonna Mary as a man
In boundless love.
The Marian Madonna
I saw as an earthly girl,
The young Friesian Marion.
So I got my life playful,
In vain to woo the woman
And without her dying at an early age,
When I were located in the red blood
And hurried almost to death,
With me was only Jesus' name.
But Jesus loved me so much,
So I remained alive
And with me was the White Lady,
The soul of my soul, lo,
The Muse of mine, the White Woman!
When I in the year twothousand in the jubilee
In the Millennium of Cupid
The breath rushing, roaring breath
Sighed in martyrdom
Of Cupid, Love's martyr,
I in front of the White Lady bow me,
And my life waned even as smoke,
Her body was light, her dress was breath,
In my soul was her seed,
The dream-born from the flood,
The soul was bathed in blood,
The goddess of mine, the White Lady,
You who wore nothing but sunshine,
Were my beloved woman alone.
And I sank into the dark night
And saw in the deep night
As shown in black earth's pits
Love's power that wakes sacred.
I lived so long ago a virgin,
But I was tormented by desire grayish
And I longed for a woman,
After a woman's dear body,
So welled in my lust's seed.
But before the delicate woman's love
The soul's goddess saved me.
How triumphs the White Lady?
No woman of despite lust
As the White Lady is beautiful!
So I went alone with the Bible
And walked alone in the forest,
Only searching the shining light,
The White Lady's shining light.
Then my prayer was ecstatic,
I asked God to give me the charisma,
To give me celibacy
And Christian virginity.
I inaugurated the White Lady,
When I see her smile suddenly
In Lourdes, la Vierge Immaculé,
The Immaculate Virgin was her name.
Ecstatic rages my soul!
I was with the White Lady engaged!
TENDERLY MOTHER OF GOD
O tenderness of the Mother of God,
Not tenderly Haura broke my heart,
Hurt by the pride of women's ridicule
Mary I called in pain!
There was frost in the black Christmas,
Madonna, sweet as a May night,
Came to my monastery cell
And smiling said: My fiance,
I am leading you to the Great Whole,
Of milk and honey is the country,
But today I want to go hand in hand
In your cell to dance with you!
O Holy Mother, I am mad,
My heart is broken, I'm so sad!
Twelve consecration nights, Rough Nights,
Mary was with me, the Maid.
And when I was carousing and melancholy
In bitter loneliness,
I still lived with the pure,
That came to me from the All-One,
The Wisdom of God trusted to me
As a comforter the secret bride.
Let go but pretty she-fools,
Which loves only herself, cold with pride!
The heart for you who broke it?
Who let you in her heart? The mistress,
She wants to be you bride comrade,
Of the heart the beloved alone!
Whether fools celebrate New Year's Eve,
I was left alone in the dark night.
Then broke away from her veils
Madonna full of love gently
And was in the light body gently and sweet
As pure as in paradise
And lay on my bed silently.
I saw the hint of fragrance, the dress white,
I saw the solid virgin breasts,
So flawless, so round and firm!
I was praying, my mouth pressed
On her breasts, kissed her breasts chaste!
In the morning drew the Goddess Maiden
Again back in her glory...
O dear Father in heaven,
God the creator of all glory,
Now for nature to desire throng
In Love's moon, the month of may,
Progressed, has passed,
And everything I started,
In May-moon in praise of God,
Passed soundlessly dumb away,
I call to your sanctuary,
Keep my minstrelsy,
Mary I sang pious and shy,
I in the likeness in creativity,
I've sung with my breath in fire
Mary and the Little Lord!
O Jesus Christ, my Wisdom,
My Master and my Savior,
Passed my sighs' awareness
In anguish all the time,
The May moon is deposited,
I still have no peace of mind,
I still walk in the deep valley
Of misery and anguish,
And comfort of mine is alone the slumber.
What but me infatuated the woman sexy
So heartless? Is this because of my pasttimes?
Because my cross of lovesickness?
O Lord, you are like red wine,
I am dying forever Love's death!
O Ruach ha kadosh, O Love,
The wisdom and the spirit of love!
I with my soul's instinct
The spirit bride praised in the song,
Mary I choose
To comforter and consolation,
She is the Spirit's Sacrament,
She is my heart's element,
World Soul is my Sancta Maria,
The May smells her arom,
Her heartbeat pounding even in the atom,
She is the Created Sophia -
And in Sophia without mockery
I love the maternal God!