Josef Maria von der Ewigen Weisheit

AN EPIC POEM

BY TORSTEN SCHWANKE

„Thus talking, hand in hand alone they passed

On to their blissfull bower. It was a place

Chosen by the sovran Planter, when he framed

All things to Man’s delightfull use. The roof

Of thickest covert was inwoven shade,

Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew

Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side

Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub,

Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower,

Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine,

Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought

Mosaic; under foot the violet,

Crocus, and hyazinth, with richy inlay

Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone

Of costliest emblem. Other creature here,

Beast, bird, insect, or worm, durst enter none;

Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bower

More sacred and sequestered, though but feigned,

Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor Nymph

Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess,

With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs,

Espousèd Eve decked her first nuptial bed…………”

(Milton)

PART I

In the beginning God created through the Word,

The spirit floated on the chaotic sea.

Muse, were you there too?

This I desire to know.

Purely ordered by God's power,

Speaks my Houri in doggerel rhymes.

Passion purely ordered

Is in communion with the pure.

God commanded: Let there be light!

And he separated the light from the darkness.

At the evening hour your face

Is so golden, the glitter of the gaze.

Behold, O Muse, on the first evening,

That God made in the universe,

Thou didst sit rhyming, and in rhyme didst die,

And dreamed of a beautiful paradise.

I head-born, I was too absorbed

Alone in my own thoughts

And saw not the spark of your eyes

And the date's mouth and the long hair.

I saw you floating above the sea,

O Muse, by the ancient spring

You walk in flowing drives of fragrance,

Thy mother-of-pearl veil is bright.

You held in your hands eternal tablets

Of divine destiny, God's command.

The nymphs and the tritons are babbling,

But thou art silent, golden-red and wise.

You floated on your shell,

In the shell was a secret murmur,

Lisping in the poet's ear whispering,

He should only listen to his Muse.

Behold, in sky-blue linen

She walks by the sea with white arms.

O lily-armed one! To muse on thee,

Makes the lover wise. Have mercy on me!

Turn to the listening ear

Of the poet with beautiful sound.

He hears, he pours forth from the mouth

Of creative love clamour!

I lie here, legs upon legs

On a divan of green moss,

On a lonely rock

And look into the sea's gushing spray.

You come near in veils of pearl

And sea serpents entwined.

May only your beauty celebrate

The love lyre of the wounded heart.

You beauty walking on the sea,

Glorious in the light-green glow of morn!

Chaste and full of grace to act

Came thou - O I glow, I glow!

O let me beseech thee on my knees

Here in the primeval sea-storm:

Let drunken eyes gaze upon thee

And kiss me with thy mouth's rose!

O Muse, how shall the poet sing,

If the Muse may not kiss?

Make haste, angel, with folded wings,

Tell her my hot desire!

The Muse bent sweetly by the sea

Under the moon in the drunken night,

She in the night with the face of snow

Reaches her mouth's full splendour.

O Muse, those full lips,

The young red rose petals!

Cupid would like to sip them!

A thousand gods of love kiss thee!

Fair-voiced, art thou Calliope?

Wide epic thou wilt not sing,

Not the war of heroes, not the woe

Of mothers, you want to bring joy.

To recall the ancient times

Only the Muse Mnemosyne can.

Heavenly one, without you I will not begin,

To sing of delight, sin and atonement.

Let your white silk rustle

And thy henna-red tides of curls.

I will listen to thy silent wisdom

And sound thy song to the trumpet.

Not instructed in science,

How then, Lord, hast thou created the worlds?

Thou art eternal wisdom and power!

Whether myths are valid before thee?

Surely the prophet speaks the truth,

Who is driven by the Holy Spirit.

Dreamily colourful sings the poet,

Knows nothing but to love his beloved!

And now the Muse gives me the image

Of Nüwa, the goddess of the Middle Kingdom.

Majestic and meek of grace

She appeared in soulful custom.

She hovered over the first grasses

That stood by the reedy ponds.

Butterflies as flower-lovers

Fluttered merrily in all lands.

Unicorns leapt in the green grass,

Transparent fairies were waving,

The parrot winged sat,

The nightingale was seen by the rose.

Cattle were in wide pastures,

Goats ran on mountain slopes.

Mother Nature with glorious expanses

Lay there in widths and lengths.

Clouds passed over the earth,

Panthers leapt and strong lions,

Free and proud the wild horses,

In the skies the seagulls laughed.

Doves coo, melt and caress,

Let their breasts roll.

Around the crimson roses

Nightingales in love are courting.

Oaks rustle in the wind and beech,

In which doves let down their feathers.

My soul in dreams seeks

The land of cypresses and cedars.

Olive trees with pithy fruit

Stand by bergamot orange trees,

Fruits veiled in chaste cultivars,

Waves of mist foam around the trees.

White mist, crystal dew

Falls and the silver thread rain

On the dark receiving floodplain,

Gold rain became Danae's blessing.

Little lambs grazing under lilies,

Poppies in morning dew's bath.

All smile, none suffer!

Flowers beautiful as lavender jade.

On the ponds black swans

Carry their white feathers.

The cypress weeps a tear of joy

And blissful laughs the tall cedar.

The proud mare hunts in peace

In the meadows of endless freedom.

Looked up Nüwa, the good one,

Salute the Godhead, the One Trinity!

Nüwa took some yellow mud

From the central Chinese plain of Xian

And put it together into a coarse lump

And consecrated it to the heavenly god Tian.

Sculpted, sculpted diligently,

Made a beautiful male idol.

To the youths I give

No more gifts and no more to Apollo.

Not Apollo from Belvedere

And not David of Michelangelo

Were like him. Perfect his face,

The limbs make the goddess glad.

I will give him, said the goddess Nüwa,

From Adama's earth the Adam-man,

To make a friend for the beautiful Eve,

That he may behold God in her!

Like a nymph, like a lily blossom

She was infinitely pure to praise,

Perfectly holy in her beautiful mind

And her Hymen sanctified by Love.

Pure from the dream she had sprouted,

Blossomed from man's marrow and bone,

With perfect beauty flowing around her,

She was his own with all her heart.

She gazed from beloved eye-jewels

Into his eyes so soft and sweet!

Into each other their souls melted

And were united in paradise.

And the goddess in rosy silk

Left the earth for a short time,

She floated to the green starry pasture

With the most graceful gesture.

She floated by the bushel and the phoenix

And past the weaver,

She entered the house of the North Star King

And saw the Empress of Heaven.

The moon's white queen

Came out of the silver-crystal halls:

Holy, O Nüwa, is thy mind,

I am well pleased with thee.

Behold, you goddess of paradise,

Hear what my mind decides about you:

Go to the jasper hare in the meadow

And to the tree of fragrant cinnamon,

Then step into the crystal hall,

Sit down at my feet.

Praise of thy goodness resound,

Thy beauty heavenly songs sing.

So that the moon's glow was lost

In new moon night, deep, confused.

The poet was alone in his room,

Alone to bed went his Muse.

The beautiful Eve came

To the cast down Adam.

Vulcanus would not be lame,

If such an Aphrodite were near him.

Weep, ye poets, weep,

Let your tears flow,

Because she appears not clothed,

Weep in infinite grief!

How will you sing for God's sake

A chaste, chaste song of virtue,

When she stands before you so unclothed

And nothing hides her youth from you?

Now will you not sing majestic robes

And not the pitiful mantle.

Foam around her shoulders you see raging

And flood the curly hair to the almond.

Naked as Ishtar in the realm of the dead,

But in Eden in the land of life!

Eros, with blessing wings stroke

Over the hair of her head not in vain.

Her limbs like ivory!

Her limbs like ebony!

And the morning glow of her hair

Flutters like a banner proud!

She went to the great sea shore,

Through the valley of the torrent to the stream,

She lived in the land of life

By the mango's sweet arome.

My brown and my fair!

Adam called to her emphatically.

That bamboo and laurel crown me,

I sing the delights of love ecstatically!

I walk with you, you are so sweet,

We walk hand in hand together,

Arm in arm in paradise,

And are each other's tinder and flame.

Beloved, beloved, we love one another!

And above us is the Love of God!

Through gardens of joy with me wander

To the blowing of the seraphic bassoon.

Oh, I see through all shells

As through a silver bulb!

Let my eyes be filled

With the sight of the body without fault,

Without blemish, in perfection!

Mingle thy breasts,

Bergamots in summer already,

They veil the dew's dusk.

When the mist falls, the hair falls,

Fall the flowing bells of blossoms

On your bosom's pair of apples

And the seed flakes of the dandelion.

In your paradise costume

All the splendour of nature lies before me.

You are wrapped in a breeze like perfume,

You most soulful creature!

And let us poets be polite

And let us sing the Virgin's song!

I praise the beauty of my beloved

And praiseworthy, Eve, is your name.

Eve I sing, the beautiful one,

In Eden's dark night.

The mare shakes her mane,

The flame blazes red splendour.

She talked of fire while drinking,

Laughed and looked so beautiful dreamy.

Birds sinking into the night,

The evening star was drunk with revelry.

There lies the body's white rose

With the red rose petals

In the moss covered with blossoms

And the fingertips glowed.

Eve emerged in the garden

Out of the foaming blossoms.

All nightingales await

Her sweet voice in the silence.

Eve spoke in a sweet voice,

Tired I am, I go to rest,

That I may swim deep in dreams

To the beloved divine You.

God-absorbed, love-drunk

I want to rest in silence,

Love-addled, God-addled

I want to live in fullness!

O beautiful Adam, come,

O come into my bridal garden!

I will await thee, with many arts, pious arts,

With my open heart await thee.

I will press thee to this heart,

That we together at God's heart

Rest in eternity full of delight,

With delight overtaken!

Ah and oh, my soul

Is full of your warm embrace,

I tremble like the blossoming bosom,

I'm in the grasp of God's great mercy.

He wants to love, to love us,

H will love us, love us eternally,

He will kiss us with a blooming mouth,

Seven kisses and seven times seven!

Adam rested in Eve's arms,

Nature blossomed and quivered,

Summer waved warm in the evening,

The night was warm, there was no trace of frost.

Adam danced his marrow and bone

And the soul settled down

And the eyes rested

And the limbs found sleep.

The evening star dewed down blessing,

The moon looked so warm and beautiful,

The nightingales sang songs,

Singing to their rest with sweet tones.

He kissed her shoulders ivory,

Curved like the shoulders of dolphins,

He breathed kisses on her hair

Full of the blessing of the seraphins.

And he laid in the soft grass,

The fertile rich soft meadow,

Her body, full of care, like glass,

To rest at night in paradise.

Sleep and dive into God's world

Inside you - as outside so inside -

Be completely at his mercy,

He will always and forever be your Love.

So Adam also lay down to rest,

He slept under the spiritual fig tree.

He devoted the breath of his life

To God, and came to Him in a dream.

Adam ascended into the fairy world

Through the golden lion's gate.

Crescent moons golden adorned the firmament,

Stars like a diamond pile.

There sat at the rose-ringed gateway

Before the wall the Houri beautiful:

Perfect beauty with one word,

And heard the nightingale's tinkling.

Heavenly whisper, heavenly whisper:

Let us caress together, you and I

Are evening stars in the evening gloom

And dewy flowers in Eden's meadow.

Rock-solid men I love,

Faithful in love and faith

Like the winged Hudhud I peep.

You see in me the most beautiful of women.

I'll have to be like Eve,

That I may please you for eternity.

We want to kiss, we want to kiss,

Kiss like a rose and a nightingale!

Am I not beautiful? My strands fall,

The strands of my hair fall along my ear.

Shall I tangle them, let them wave?

Shall they fall long to the bosom?

Am I still after the fashion

Which they all love on earth?

Singular be in the Ode!

Let Eve be faithfully described by thee!

Therefore, so I sing in doggerel rhymes,

That you don't have to file, to file,

Calculate and count, glue together,

You sing in old English love lines.

III

Lovely, lovely daughters have borne

To the divine water sprite in the sea

The all-giving one with the beautiful hair,

The barren sea became very fertile.

You goddess from the ocean,

You nymph from the wide stream,

Swimmer like the white swan,

Our incense arome rises to thee!

Saviour we will call thee.

From the rushing sea tides

Let the stars sparkle and burn,

You gracious giver of all that is good.

Sea silence on the sea all.

In the dear blue grotto

Shimmering bluish sea glow.

The nymph united to God!

Rushing salty sea tide

Rises with the white waves.

Omnipresent! beautiful and good

You rule over the waves, the swift ones.

From water's white foam flakes

The nymphs rise and fall,

Who lure you to love,

Victresses and rosy limbs.

Bliss, beauty, sweet grace

And humble love and favour,

A haven of rest, a constellation fair,

Pleiades she calls them by art.

Glorious shining, high illustrious,

Gift of the sea, thou primordial!

Vulcanus in his forge hissed,

Diana fled wounded as the fearful.

In the primordial mighty rule,

All-giving with the all-embracing gaze,

Shaping thee out of milk-white spray,

Lovely steed, thou dost advance and retreat.

Wise steed, you rose-limbed,

With slender fetters, wave on the shore's hem,

Bird of the sea, dove-footed,

Dream of the gods!

Bathing in the bluish shimmer of the sea,

Mistress of the wave tide,

Speaking soft words of balm,

Victorious over the rage of the nations!

Experienced wisdom and knowledge within,

Redeemer of our soul's sparks!

I will always remember you,

I am always so drunk with love for you!

You lovely guardian of little lambs,

The little goats' wandering companion,

Thou slender cypress in the evening twilight,

Thou green dune, thou flowering earth!

Horses rest on a blue isle.

The righteous, the truly wise hear:

From Eve's womb springs the Saviour,

That secret, that unmistakable.

As Horace says, shall teach

And gladden the hearts the poet.

Sing therefore the fall in desire

After the scrolls of pious prophets.

Rich was the garden in apple trees,

Pear trees, old and young,

Mulberry trees with silk seams,

Plum blossoms swollen with foam,

Golden lemon, bergamot

And the full jampuses.

Climb the palm tree briskly,

Pick the fig, kiss the bosom!

Majestic pomegranates

Hung bleeding in the tree of life.

Far golden crown the treetops,

Green and orange as in a sweet dream.

All they shall be thine, my child,

Nor shall I ever call thee by name,

But one thing I call sin:

Not to confess God's commandment.

Save a tree for Jehovah,

Let it not be nibbled,

For if thou dost, it will be caught in thy hair

The serpent that preys on your soul.

The serpent is a fallen angel,

Who seeks to tempt the lost souls,

He steps iridescently among the lily stalks,

With seeds and bells of blossom.

Lucifer lisped, whispered, tongued

With forked tongue fine,

And mighty his tail curled,

He wanted to be the highest angel.

With his tail between his legs and blinking

Short-sighted he stepped towards Eve,

A little chatting, a little joking,

Flattering her womanly sense.

Did God forbid a fruit?

That would be against freedom!

Take the fruit there, the scarlet one,

Cherries of sin are sweet for leisure!

The forbidden fruit gives

Self-knowledge, there you will be

Like God in wisdom and eternal life,

Not live in war and the daily grind.

Eve looked with beautiful eyes

Towards the tempting fruit:

Scarlet, oh, to suck!

Wisdom and lust the mind desired!

To know everything, to name everything,

To see all and know all!

Eternally burning in ardent love

And eternally so drunk to kiss, to kiss!

Her senses intoxicated her

And she grasped the forbidden gift.

God in the heaven of the heavens cried

And Christ struck with the shepherd's staff!

The temptation to scarlet sin

Had entered the beautiful Eve.

With mercy, O Muse, proclaim,

How she was tempted in these dangers.

Charmingly she approached Adam,

Who longed for her glory,

To behold beauty in his mind,

The first of the queens of all history.

He wanted the nymph from the seas,

The silent Eve pious

As the image of the Creator.

In drunken love Adam glowed.

The night threw its black nets,

Roses made themselves ruby with wine.

Cupid approached, the blind idol,

To serve Eve's charms and beauty.

Under the evening star's spark

Adam saw the beautiful Eve,

He was drunk with lust,

She handed the scarlet fruit there.

I heard an angel's confession,

Conceal, Adam, the angel's confession.

This fruit is ripe knowledge

And power of life that never softened.

Now we will stagger to the gods

And call Marduk son of God

And thunder with Jupiter in the weathers

And tread drunkenly to God's throne!

And Adam dined. Then the grey star fell

From his eyes, he stared stupidly,

A staring look, and no more blind

The eyes, but caverns empty and desolate.

O woe, O woe, O dreadful fall!

There fell from the stand all that was pure and good

In tumbling foam like a waterfall

Adam, poison and gall to bleed!

Old Adam, there fermented the flesh,

The gall and the liver full of poison,

The urges raged wild and not chaste,

The wrathful vein swelled the brow.

Boo, you danced the dance of your whore

With the Babylonian woman of lust.

The rebellious creature brings you

With her lovely body, she drives you mad!

Ishtar wanders to the realm of the dead,

The heavenly goddess must die as a human!

There she stood with naked trembling softness

Before the court to perish altogether!

The nets of Egypt and the snares of solder

And scarlet lust lured desire.

Thou must pass through the gate of fire

And find not women and beer of the gods!

Split the tongue in the scarlet mouth,

Voluptuous breadth of the Venus of stone,

The primeval woman's womb a devouring maw,

Love's chalice full of hemlock wine!

We feel natural-electric twitching

And foaming noises go through the brain,

We tempt fornication, come an itch,

And thank the idol of our own foreheads!

Separated from love's eternal fountainhead,

Where love is but one, but one, but one -

One love in which one burns -

The divine living woman was mine!

Now they will have harem girls

And jealous wives' quarrels,

Quarrelling tongues, cawing ravens,

Faithless men with the stench of goats!

And Eve was seized with fury,

She ran like an inflamed mare

To the muddy water, no longer to the fountain,

With poisonous flames in her suffering blood!

O Eve, your suffering, O Eve, your suffering!

You saw that you had lost the kingdom!

At thy shame all may feast,

Who after thee are born in sin!

Thou first woman, born of the dream,

Heart muscle of Adam, from the life of the loin,

Emerge from the cosmic foam

And lay a shadow on my hands!

And a sadness creeps over me,

That this world has become so hostile.

But in Eve‘s love reaches me

In nights the insight into eternal delights!

I am so sad, said Eve,

We were infinitely rich like gods

And now have barely a roast grain ephah

And stand at love's door as beggars!

Where are the oceanic pearls gone?

The diamond evening star?

Whither the dew in the shady alders?

Do the doves still love the doves?

Dove, come, I will comfort you,

Love's sorrow, you say, hurts?

I have here of bread, of the greatest,

I'll share with you at Silver Lake.

Oh, lovebird, I feel sorry for you.

What do I wish from you? Be happy!

I love thee still, I, the maiden,

And wish thee joy most high!

Should he not know a little sparrow,

Who rustles there in the evening breeze?

He sees Bulbul burning for the rose,

Hearing sad words and words mild.

How sore is the nightingale in her bosom,

When the lily will not love the rose.

Thus poets are angry, the muses are reviled!

The mimosa has remained faithful to the rose.

Sadly the world lets hang down

The muddled skull, the grey crown.

Sadness wants to sprinkle us with dew.

Mercy! Everything seems futile and vain!

The hearts how cold, how empty and barren,

How dulled the weary mind!

How little blooming appears the blush

Of the morning, the radiant queen!

O Muse, I will think of thy words,

I will say your thoughts.

Nymphs, come and let me give you a gift,

Give me comfort in my lamentations!

Birds of paradise

Eve comfort with cheerful song,

With their beaks pointed and their wings

Folded before the beautiful one.

O Queen of Paradise,

How thou sittest in solitude!

Is all this, is this

Not only a valley of sadness?

But little birds sang, Hope!

Weep over the fall and smile wisely,

Eve is still blooming young,

Once the angel of death approaches her softly.

And Eve spoke with sadly gleaming eyes,

Love one another and kiss one another!

Winged messengers of love, you shall suck

On the honeycomb! But I am sad and gloomy!

Stripped of my glory

I see myself dirty, useless, miserable.

And where is the splendour of the glorious maiden

Of Eden, where delights were innumerable?

Here the alders shade like trees of death,

The sea murmurs in dark dreams.

Nymphs sweep the silken hemlocks

Burying the sea's song.

A wailing song and a lament

The floods rush to the rock's feet.

Comfort is the dew of the moon's poppies.

Sea star, we want to greet you!

Blue hour of the evening you,

The only love's vesper star!

Cradle me gently in my soul's rest,

Dust's toil be far from me!

I will sink into the love of God

My last smouldering spark of soul

And all my heart's wounds

I will give you, my God, your little girl!

With the serpent I have fornicated

And now I see the old dragon hideous,

How he will devour the birth of paradise

With a stinking maw.

The horny warty skin of the serpent

With claws and talons it twines around,

It has attacked Eve's apple cheek

Like a fruit fly.

Nasty worms, disgusting creatures,

Hell rats and doom spiders,

Your angel's court awaits you!

Eve only wanted to love life!

Eve only wanted to love life,

May she come back through the rosy gates of love,

She would return with the seven senses

To the garden of joy's nursery.

I want to respect the creatures,

Whether they are beautiful or ugly.

Lines of life, traces of destiny,

Be gentle to me, God, who is Love!

I call upon his great mercy,

Restore Eden to Adam and me!

Jehovah stands with open arms

And said, Be blessed and love me!

Go through the pain of coming labour,

Let Adam stand in toil and sweat,

No fruit shall the field see,

The wife shall praise her husband as king.

Wife, then from thy womb

The sprout shall spring, God's seed,

He shall destroy the worm at the root of the rose.

Blessed be his name!

Then an angel approached with a flaming sword

And stood beside Eve,

Life was no longer worth Adam,

To die would be gain for him.

From the blissful rejoicing

To the hardships of the land of thorns,

Among the people's idolatrous tumult,

Demonically rebellious resistance.

Praised be the gate of paradise,

Where the pure angel watches!

Give to Eve, with the word of consent blessing,

An eternal blissful night of love!

Eve gave birth to the first, Cain,

And Abel, three years younger:

Adam's seed, Eve's germ

And from God the nobility of soul.

Cain turned to the earth,

Took the hoe and the spade.

Abel grazed wild horses,

Walked the shepherds' paths.

The sisters were around them

And father and mother were pious:

God bless you, God bless you so much,

Come to divine love!

Soul, O soul, you noble emerald,

Surrender thyself in love's glow,

Be slave, be servant, be maid

And for God the Goddess on the flood!

So float up, O soul, in the night,

The divine bridegroom waits,

He awaits thee with beeswax candle splendour

And looks upon thee, sometimes

A lion and sometimes a lamb.

Unspeakably beautiful man

Jesus Christ, Son of God,

Take care of this soul,

Give it a throne in paradise,

Be it a divan of moss and leaves,

Be it a nightingale's love nest,

Be it Charis' bed with love-gods,

But over demons the plague!

Greedy evil maw below,

Hate and loathing and boredom,

Wasteland and torment and aching wounds,

Tear-falls, like waterfalls steep.

I see Cain always hammering stupidly

In the gold and precious stone forge.

I see Abel lying with lambs,

Offering Abel the pious sacrifice of love!

Eve praised Abel, not with loud voice

Like trumpeting seraphins,

With quietly love in the heart,

That in love we serve one another.

And she strove to live holy,

Worthy of the high and ancient dream:

Love be eternal! In pure tissues

Eve sat there, with blossoms on her hem.

But your offerings

Are but the fat of bulls.

One lamb shall feed God,

That makes up for all your sins.

Sacrifice, sacrifice! Flesh and blood!

Become an offering yourselves,

By giving love

To God's eternal bounty!

Now lay little Cain to rest

And wrap the youngest Abel,

O Mother, and fetch from the chest

The shawl for your shoulders ivory

And wear the light outer garment

With the fur-lined hems,

Linen underneath, falling wide

To froth upon thy thighs.

Evening sunny gold

Laying on your brown cheeks,

You gaze so dreamily into the distance,

A magic spell has been cast,

Magical melodies resound,

The nightingale's incantations,

Roses glow more lovely, the beautiful ones,

Drunk, wrapped in the misty vapours.

Oh, a wet kiss she gave Adam,

He was drunk, she was sober,

She softened and he became a rod,

Girlishly chaste, she kissed, shyly.

Magic flowers, blue and drunk,

Poppies swelled, poppies bloomed,

Fire flies like green sparks.

White was Eve's soul with beautiful mind,

Fair pilgrim through the lands,

Where the bears and eagles were,

Butterflies and four-toed birds

And turtledoves always in pairs.

East-Indian, West-Indian,

Mongolian and Pharaoh's daughter,

She sat there in her pure sense.

Adam in dreams, his body entwined.

Longing for the meadows of paradise

Was she and Adam her faithful consolation.

Most soulful of all women,

They called her Luna, and she was comforting.

The Houri speaks in doggerel verse,

She resembles Arabia's rose quartz.

Cupid would jest on Eve's bosom,

On her breasts with mole and wart.

Where did Eve's birthmark come from

On her round white bosom?

I once read the following verses

In the library of the Muses:

India bears the beauty mark,

Persia's cheek the same.

God wanted the motherly mark

On Eve's bosom under the veil's breath.

Mother of the living, mother of life,

Mother of the Milky Ways, Mother of the Stars,

May our fall from grace not be in vain -

May come the saviour from far away!

But Cain was seized with sheer envy

At Abel's holy blessing.

Cain in a foul mood spits

And desires the rain of brimstone.

Satan sent the Satanists

To torment pure holy Abel.

Cain with evil-minded wiles

Wished Abel the death of his seven souls.

Abel's body I will dismember,

Abel's soul eternally damned,

I will bring him low,

Deliver his soul to the tormenting flames.

And there he struck with the spade

(Like a murderer was young Moses),

To bathe Abel in his own blood,

The dove in the dew of the red rose.

Abel, Abel! my son, my son!

Where do the ravens carry your flesh?

Cover him with blossoms of poppies,

Orange blossoms, as he so chaste!

Come hither, black ravens,

Cover the corpse with the veil of dust,

Let not the dogs feed upon him,

Sing him, Tubal, to the flute and lyre!

Abel, Abel, you were a breath,

You were too pure for this world!

Disgust for the world filled you too,

You wanted to go home to heaven,

You wanted to return to the bosom of the Father,

Who gives you life in all eternity!

But all my happiness is gone,

Since your sweet earthly life has ended!

God, take to thee the blessed breath,

That is full of grace within and lovely.

Watch over the wild Cain, too, please,

Heap on him gold of blessing.

Draw a mark on his forehead,

The son of Eve shall be eternally preserved.

Turn him from the cold brain

In his very inner heart.

Cities shall he found and build

And establish a race of Cainites,

Shall take Sidonian wives

And find peace with them.

When he grows old and becomes wise,

He shall wander through nights of repentance.

I will pray for him softly, softly,

That God may rejoice in his repentance.

Let his tears then flow

And among his tears a light shall shine,

A sweet light that will make him long

For the light's gentle face.

Was it the image of Mother Eve,

Chaste, perfect and full of peace?

Mother Eve looked maternally on Cain,

In her heart a deep divine You.

Like a blue metal cup

The flower bell swings on the stem.

Beside the white jade cup

Lies the green artichoke.

And she received under the plum tree,

That stood in the middle of the garden.

A plum fell from the tree,

Not far from the trunk, on the green land.

And she gave birth with cries and contractions

And pressing and whimpering and moaning,

There was the golden child to see

With suns in the eyes sky-blue.

O radiant child of such beauty!

Aquamarine blue the clear gaze!

With sweetest mouth slurring the sweetest notes,

Quite the mother! Here we are again:

Eve, she smiled full of pity,

Herself girlishly blissful,

With her eyes full of warmth,

At the child who so delighted her.

Seth, my little Seth, be still,

Mom comes with her bosom.

O the bosom's drunken quiver!

Like pomegranates or jampuses!

The infant put the sweetest mouth

At the sweet mother's breast.

O Muse, I am sore with hot love

And long for eternal heavenly pleasure!

CANTO VI

Eve's narrow cat's eyes

Flashed into Adam's soul.

Adam's old mouth wanted to suck

Honey from her red mouth jewel.

Adam was old and had to die,

Eve was always the young life.

Pindar's boy could woo like this

Or Abishag could woo David.

Let us rather keep it with the Hebrews.

Moses looked to the Promised Land,

Rather by Canaan's hills he stayed,

Which lay under the hand.

Moses had to go to the kingdom of the fathers,

To the silent assembly of the ancestors.

He saw the soul rise into the ether,

As above spheres of starry orbits?

He stepped into another world,

On the glowing morning star?

Green of the garden's leafy canopy,

Pomegranates core by core.

Old man died and called, More light!

I am ready, I will bring the torch:

The All-Glorious Face

Shall swing your soul upwards,

Shall also give joy to the good,

That we have experienced on earth?

Then the prophet shall feast with gladness

At the black cat's feast.

So Adam died, if true,

What the muse paints before my eyes.

Dark night, as the dew is very clear,

The evening star in the sky shines.

Adam sank into deep dreams,

For three years in one night

Lily blossoms, silk flowers,

Blissful life in full splendour.

Adam saw the seas foaming,

The nymphs of Judea glow,

With India's ointments, China's silken hems.

Holy Houris strive about him.

One floats forth from the choir,

Chaste-eyed maiden so soft and sweet,

Brown curls curl around her ear,

The whole figure from Paradise.

Silent and gentle and joyful he strode

By her hand through the groves of life.

Redeemed were the sad knights,

Stepped no more the roads alone.

Higher up! to the morning star!

Fertile green meadows are there,

Angels came in multitudes from afar,

Gods and nymphs Adam saw.

But gods were not gods,

Were little Amoretti,

Loving to make the weather gay,

Most golden children, putti.

An angel waved his hand

And shooed the glowing fireflies.

Pure abundance the whole land,

As branches pregnant with fruit bend.

Drunken profusion all,

Rushing foam of delight,

Drunken wedding rejoicing all,

Enter the nymph in silken hems.

And so Adam dreamed of Eve

Self-lost before him,

Self-forgetful, all in Eve

His mind was absorbed.

Drunkenly he let himself fall, deep

And deeper into the blossom womb,

Where the golden nectar slept,

The dew's pearl in the soft moss.

Sunk into a new garden,

The unspeakable had met him in silence.

In the morning he awoke, drunk with dreams,

As God the Father blessed him from heaven.

There floats from the side Lilith forth

In red tides of curls, wreaths

In hair twined with glowing May

And sweet face like the springtime.

Lilith must borrow from Eve's charms

To be blissful.

Eve will not be stingy with beauty,

Of life's overflowing wine

Eve is an overflowing cup,

A goblet of bliss, full of the abundance of life.

Little angels see Adam there, bakers of manna,

Baking the manna not in vain.

Ceylon's mountain top, where you,

Adam, lay to depart!

Full of dreams was thy rest

And thy sufferings were redeemed.

Bedded hard on the rock

He lay with rotten bones.

His mother's prayer saved him,

So now she may be full of hope.

Not ghosts and shadows

Are the core of real life,

But where light and shadow are joined,

People live truly in the Lord.

To him, to him they all live who have separated,

He will gather them all together in the day,

When he judges war and peace.

Hark! the cicada chirps in Ziklag!

There stands at the rose gate to Eden

Under a shower of magnolia blossoms

Eve, she strides by the roses,

Flowers shower blue grief.

Heavenly mourning, mourning of Eden,

O Jerusalem's shower of tears!

Dew pearls drip the beautiful roses

And many an angel wraps itself in mourning.

Beautiful melancholy in the face,

Graceful grace the gentle form,

So Eve floats to him in the light

And leads him to her abode.

Eve, Eve, in the heavenly garden

The ivory-white lilies bloom

And roses of all kinds

And daffodils in great families.

But one in the sanctuary

I especially honour: the thornless one,

The thornless blue flower,

China's Pentecostal lambent rose!

A gem-coloured lantern

Glitters like glittering pearl dew,

A flower-covered pavilion

And in the midst the dear woman!

There ethereal children wing,

Hudhud, Cupid or the Genius,

Like parrot-birds,

Around the foam-wetted Venus.

Urania walked on the morning stars

In flowing long curls,

The silk embroidered with pomegranates,

All lovely to the eye.

Veils wafting and embers

Are quenched with fresh dew,

And rekindled, well:

Virgin Urania herself fulfilled

Surging tide

Blazing, surging love-lust!

We rest eternally calm and well

At the Father's eternal mother's breast!

To moan drunkenly, so drunk with beauty,

Of the blissfully satisfied gaze!

Father of love! My spark of the gods

Thanks be to thee and my eternal happiness!

Muse, O Muse, whither leadest thou?

Behold, I am thy Muse-child,

Son of the Muses, with intoxicated mind,

But, Muse, I follow thee blindly.

Lead me into living labyrinths,

Read to me beautifully and harmoniously,

Blessed art thou! Bright green mint

And thyme blossom in the garden flower.

Flora and fauna gathered in harmony!

And there played with honeybees

Who stammered their praises to the iris,

Blessed sweetest seraphins!

Angels of love, flutter and fly,

Angel of love, roars and storms,

Fruit boughs heavy laden bend down,

Eve's hair in henna piles!

Down fall the brown strands,

Wisps down on her breasts,

She looked sweet with blessed tears:

May you give me love!

I am sure of one thing only:

In thee all my life is gathered,

All joy, royal,

All love in thee gathered!

Spread yourself out in wide rings,

That I, drunk with the dew of thy love

May swing me like Hudhud,

To bring love to all, the spark of the gods.

Under the banner of thy name,

Eve, heavenly queen,

The peace of man's seed begins.

And full of drunken love becomes the mind.

And Eve stood before a mirror

And saw in the mirror the Queen

Of Heaven with the seal of the spirit,

Then her mind blossomed with joy.

Chaste-eyed virgin! Look chastely

And look with warm mercy

On the poet of breath and flesh

And teach him to sing bliss.

Seven years of mourning and lamentation,

Seven lean years

The sun did not rise on my dark days

And I spent the nights in anguish.

I almost felt a hunger for longing

Soul and body from each other,

Give that I may eat the bread of life,

The fruit of love, that it may burn within me.

Give me food of life, O life,

Death-conquering manna to me!

I love you, God! Thou all my striving

To all my strivings, grace and adornment!

Not by my corrupt senses,

Lust of the eye and lust of the flesh,

I must begin a climb upward,

That my little soul from dust may fly,

Love from above comes to meet me,

Heaven gives me a fair sight,

Dewy with golden blessings,

Rich in grace and meek in grace.

Where did Eve get the essence,

To bind my soul so strong?

When I see the bliss, I see only

Eve's Eden with honey-dripping lime trees.

O I die - - be Jesus merciful to me!

Eve bent over him,

Saw Adam's body empty of soul,

Whispered, God has forgiven him.

CANTO VII

O Queen of the Muses, give

A drop of castal dew!

I thank thee, thank thee without end

For this image of the Lady!

I enter into Eve's garden,

Since she herself is the source,

Ground for roses of all kinds,

And daffodillies dancing in the mist.

Butterflies wing and flutter fleetingly

Over the flower's breathed hem.

Flowers blossom diligently and proficiently,

Fit in breeding and sultry as a dream.

Purest nymph of heaven you,

Pure form in the breath of gauze,

Linen was too heavy for thee, in repose

Gathered thou wast and in ecstasy!

Grace and beauty poured out

Over thy date lips!

From thy breasts the streams flowed,

That watered generations and clans.

From the primeval spring fed in the garden,

Thrust up the white fountain,

Sink in the swan's pond to smart

Black swans. Beautiful swans!

Golden-faced beauty,

Goddess of eternal rest and silence,

Silence are the sounds of thy being,

In the depths what a fullness!

In mysterious nights

The fountains murmur, the trees rustle,

The cavaliers mirror fencing,

Singers see silken hems.

Thousands of graces sit alone

On one of Eve's lashes already!

But here with fruit and red wine

Poppy poppies blossom, too.

Thousands of graces dance dances

Graceful in their veils.

Out of the blue sky

Orpheus and his lyre look out.

Indian valleys and forests live

In the earthly paradise,

Sandalwood harp strings quiver,

They want to sing about all this.

Fertile nard umbels

Give sweet fragrance from the pistil.

The golden chewing the cud of the hare

Cinnamon as incense thrusts into the air.

Flowers shudder in women's curls,

Red bells of pomegranate blossom

Shower down to evening-blue

Flowers at the feet of falling curls.

Eve plays with the shell ear,

Winding the brown strand over it.

Her breasts heave out,

Her lips smile ever more sweetly.

All honey and nectar's sweetness

And sugar candies from the confectioner,

Turkish delight in paradise

Eve slurps from the jade cup!

Viva il Pappa! Evoe!

Hymnal goblets toasted!

Ave! Balm to the soul's woe!

Wine in the chalices of the roses!

In the everlasting May, O maiden,

Queen of the May, thou dost blossom,

So full of sweet delight

Graceful to the soul's rest.

So with eyes deep and warm

And sinking into deepest night,

Thy brown grace's charm

Shining in garnet splendour!

O Madonna with golden pomegranete,

With pomegranate's splendour resplendent!

Thy face fine as Chinese jade,

Eyes stars, brows night.

Let us sink into this night,

Where we look into deep eyes.

May heaven give me one,

May the dew of the Queen

Of Heaven always dew on me!

I drank from the Castalian spring,

I was breathed on by the Muse.

She brought to flame the spark of the gods

And the poet smoked incense.

So let us sing joy,

To increase the joy of the greatest of joys,

Blessed geniuses take the wings,

They bear before their strong desire.

Echo, however, is only a spirit,

A nymph, a spiritual bride,

Spiritual marriage is what most

The seers call the marriage they have seen.

Eve came to the morning star.

Orange groves and curls waved,

Gathered together near and far

The genii flew around laughing.

The daimonion of her soul

Ascended in her transformed body,

Now she has eyes like jewels,

Evening-star eyes, the seer's spell,

Can flash with cat's eyes

Or Botticelli's almonds,

They dew where the graces sit,

Beneath the lashes that smile walks.

Lashes of light, flashes of light

And lashes of night! so full of beauty,

Eyes glowing with loveliness,

The voice purrs sweetest notes.

O eyes of thine pierce

And write with flashing wedges the writing

Into the hearts of fervent fools,

Concerning the passion of hearts.

Heart, O heart, thou lovest so gladly!

Heart, O heart, O let thyself be loved!

See thyself aeons away,

Yet in dreams have you remained near to me.

Not only in sharp crystals

Of the planets of the galaxy,

In dreams and foams and blossoms too

All sympathy lives and weaves!

Sympathetic sympathy!

You are all my delight!

Sympathetic sympathy!

You are the sun of my life!

Drunk with fire, drunk with flame

I drink your wine cup,

Sunk in thy bosom,

Woke up a drunken reveler.

Happy green meadows and pastures

And gay golden butterflies

And children clap their hands

And angels shadow with blessing wings.

From the rocks the streams roll

And the brooks play in the stone,

Flowers draw from the full,

Eve walks in silk fine.

A paragon of goodness and inner beauty!

Silent, modest queen!

Glory of her grace and majesty

Resounds far and wide!

Creation gives itself drunkenly!

O, we teeming creatures

Lay ourselves at thy feet!

You tread down the wicked natures,

You flatter the pure and sweet!

In fact, your feet are too pure,

To be touched by worms!

White lotuses, roses in golden glow,

Dew kiss thy feet on earth!

O queen of paradise,

Come to the rose-covered gate,

Speak as a saint this and that

To your poet, only beautiful words!

How bad for poetry,

When sin stains it.

With love's mantle Eve, she,

Has covered all in blossoms!

Fair Eve, you reflection

Of the living mother of life,

Thy majesty graciously

To celebrate is for no poet in vain.

Remember, never has it been heard

That a heart asked thee for fullness of life

And honoured in thee the Eternal Beauty,

Never did such a one cry in vain!

Thou dost make the children's apples fall

And white flakes on brown eyelashes.

God is well pleased with thee!

Rhymes I will casually jingle to thee.

Unspeakable, unique,

Perfect beauty above all concept,

Fair, pure, artful,

Figurehead on the drunken ship!

We want to sway on blue waves

And let the boats drift,

With water-lilies red and lotuses fair,

The friend and the lover will clasp.

She in the constellation of Virgo above,

He in the constellation of the Phoenix,

They both wrap themselves in robes of foam

In praise of the eternal King!

PART II

God, the great Father in the heavens

I worship, the power above all powers,

He, the Eternal, he is called the Old,

Whiter than the new snow is the hair of his head.

God the Creator I will sing praise,

The Almighty in His omnipotence,

God, creator ex nihilo, creator,

Full of potency and act is God the Father.

Most high procreative power the Father,

Most high procreative power the creator,

Full of potency and act, the power of powers,

Who in His Son created the world.

The Almighty with his right hand

Gathered the dust of mother earth,

That which he formed was the primeval man,

Spirit was blown into his nose.

O how glorious is the beautiful primeval man,

Image in the image of Christ-Sophia,

Masculine and feminine in one,

Archetype of manhood and womanhood.

The primeval man lifts his head to heaven,

The hair on his head forms clouds,

His face is like a second sun,

The sun on his face is bright and glowing.

If the primal man stands upright under the sky

With his bare feet on the earth,

His body is like the central column

That binds heaven to earth.

When the primordial man lies flat on the ground

In the soft womb of mother earth,

His feet rest in the west,

His skull rests in the far east.

God the Father looks on with pleasure,

God the Father speaks in a low voice,

Primordial man, I created you, my child,

You are my delight, my delight!

All thrones, powers and authorities,

All glories, principalities,

Seraphim and cherubim and angels

Sang, Primordial Man, to thee be glory and honour!

Dionysius, Athena's seer,

Will teach me again his wisdom

Of the hierarchy of angelic choirs,

Of the wheels, of the blazing flames,

Of the thrones so like to God,

That we may call them gods.

Gods, gods, behold, what delight,

What a primeval man from the hand of the Creator!

If the primeval man stands on Mother Earth,

Gabriel stands at his left side,

The word teaches him, the goddess speach teaches,

Teaches him even more the silence of mysticism,

Michael is at his right side,

Teach him energy and power and strength,

Protects him from the enemies of his soul,

Speaks courage to him who is desirable.

Thus the primeval man is honoured by angels.

But the creatures of this earth

Pray, Primal man, praise and worship

To you by all creatures!

We are worms, our tails twitching,

We are dogs that obey to the word,

We are plants that serve for food,

We are grapes that refresh the spirit,

We are gems to heal thee,

We are grasses to bed thy body,

We are energies of this earth,

To serve thee and worship thee!

But the primeval man says to the creatures.

Creatures, I am man, not deity,

Do not adore me in worship,

I am dust and breath before God's omnipotence!

Eternal worship be to the Omnipotence,

Be to the divine potency of the Father,

Be to the right hand of the Creator God!

We are nothing but God's semen sparks.

But God raised up the word, My primeval man,

Let the human race come,

Come wise, strong men,

Come free, dear women!

Primordial man, God divided your limbs

And scattered you to all ends

Of this god-shaped mother earth,

You from horizon to horizon.

In America the limbs lay

And in Africa, the black mother,

And in Asia, the great mother,

In Europe too, the sweet nymph.

And the primal man was deeply humbled

From the likeness of his God

And he was more like a wheat seed,

Sown in his mother earth.

But who knows where his head lay?

But who knows where his heart lay?

Who knows where the arms and the legs

Were in the womb of mother earth?

The Muse only knows one thing to say,

That the double race of primeval man

Laid down in the Garden of Eden

And fertilised the Garden of Eden.

Namely this androgynous primeval man

With the double-one sex

Scattered the phallus with the vulva

In fusion in the Garden of Eden.

As you can see from the images of the gods,

The phallus is united with the vulva.

There the phallus unites with the vulva,

Lust becomes fruitful in the Garden of Eden.

For the phallus overflows with semen

And the spray of boiling hot blood,

And the vulva in the woman's pelvis

Is fertility's beloved source.

Primal man, only one thing has remained for you

Of the resemblance to your God,

To thee remained as a mysterious friend

Entrusted to you the book of Christ-Sophia!

God the Creator eternally be praised,

Who created the free Lilith-woman!

Eternal worship be to the Godhead

For the image of Lilith‘s creation!

Lilith is the night, she is the shadow,

Feminine goddess of all darkness,

Raven she of the night and all fate,

Owl she of the night and all wisdom!

Journey through the night of the unconscious

To the dawn of deep wisdom!

Walk through the dark night of the soul

To the god-mountain of the god-marriage!

Lilith I saw, yes, I saw Lilith,

A lovely sweet nymph,

The seductress of allure and beauty

Scarcely veiled in the mirror she gazed,

Around her beautiful naked body

Just a hint of transparent veil,

Lightly entwined, like a snake,

She was reflected in the mirror.

Lilith in the feminine veil,

Lilith in front of the feminine mirror!

Oh I love, I desire Lilith,

I desire the loveliness of Lilith!

Verily, verily, Lilith I saw dancing,

Around her naked body seven veils,

Dancing the dance of the seven veils,

Dancing the dance of self-knowledge!

Veil after veil fell from the body,

Shell after shell fell from Lilith!

Lilith thus danced the dance of the veils,

So danced the dance of the veils Lilith!

Adam was the first man of mankind,

Lilith was the first woman of mankind.

Adam naked and Lilith naked on earth

Lying in the bed of green grass.

Adam wanted to lie over Lilith,

That from above the man might penetrate

Into the dark night of Lilith's pool,

That the strong manhood might work within.

Adam's manhood was strong and powerful,

Lilith's womanhood was narrow gate.

Adam ploughed the field like a bull,

Lilith's field was dug up.

Adam's seed was poured out,

Lilith sucked the lifeblood of the seed

Through her inner serpent,

Created out of lust the spiritual enlightenment.

Lilith raised her voice joyfully in freedom,

Adam, Adam, I want to lie on top,

Lilith will love Adam for once,

I want to ride on the strong stallion!

Adam said, Dominion is the man's,

Let the woman be the servant of the man!

Image is the man of Christ's face,

Image is the woman of Christ's church.

Lilith whispered the name of God,

Jehovah is the deity of deliverance!

Lilith made herself free from the bonds,

Lilith flew up into the light ether.

Lilith is the true female eagle,

This female eagle loves freedom!

This free eagle Lilith

Look to the sun of the name of God!

Gone was Lilith! Adam was alone!

Adam was alone in deepest sorrow

And he wailed before his God

And he bewailed to God the grievous sufferings!

My soul you have taken from me,

God, you have taken my second soul!

Absolute loneliness is Adam,

Adam is an ego lost!

From Adam's soul has gone

The mysterious breath of Lilith!

Breathe in me again, breath of Lilith,

Come back, O Lilith, O my breath!

Hear the blaze of sighing breaths

Whisper, free woman, that I need thee!

Ah, how Adam needs Lilith to live!

As the body needs the soul's breath!

God the Father felt heartfelt pity

With poor Adam's lamentation,

God the Father sent heavenly messengers,

Sent to Lilith pure spirits of heaven.

These pure spirits of heaven spoke,

Lilith, Lilith, come back to Adam,

Give Adam back his soul,

Breathe again into Adam!

But Lilith with a stern face

And with a wild free heart

Silenced the spirits of heaven,

Would not come back to Adam.

Lilith said earnestly to the angels.

I do not want to be needed, I want to be free!

I don't want to be bound to Adam!

It is enough for me to love myself!

Adam lay in his trance of unconsciousness,

Then God came with a sharp knife,

Burrowed in the breast of Adam, the man,

Cut the rib from Adam's bosom.

Some say that it was Adam's rib,

And they say it was Adam's flank.

Yes, I think it was Adam's flank,

A flank can't stand alone!

If it was the rib, it sat under the heart,

For surely it was not a bone of the skull,

Not from the forehead sprang the lover,

But from the flesh and blood of the heart.

God created Eve! Praise be to the Creator,

Praise and adoration be to the Creator!

Beauty, whose reflection in creation,

Beauty shines, in the beauty of Eve!

This morning I mentally saw Eve,

Eve naked in the Garden of Eden,

Eve naked in the Garden of Eden

Was the highest delight of my soul!

Her flawless full b,reasts

Apples were on the tree of life

And the cup of her broad pelvis

A fig was from the tree of knowledge.

Eve's body was a garden of joy,

Eve's soul, incarnate in the body,

Was the promise of supreme delight

In union with God's beauty!

Even the mystics and sages say,

The enlightened and the theologians,

Eve's nakedness was of such beauty,

That the pure spirits became lascivious!

Seraphim became serpents of fire,

Thrones became naked gods of love,

Principalities in the Venusian sky

Burned in mad desire,

Gabriel of erotic desire

Stirred Eve with the sceptre's tip,

Michael of erotic desire

Stood as a strong pillar before Eve.

Before the one, supreme deity

Adam and the beautiful Eve stood,

Adam naked in the Garden of Eden,

Eve naked in the Garden of Eden.

And the blessing of the most high deity

Rested on Ish and his Isha.

The hand of the Father was upon the man,

On the woman was the breath of the Godhead.

God said, Adam naked and Eve naked,

In union of beautiful love

Be one in the paradise of heaven,

On earth in the marriage of God!

Adam, joined by God the Father

And the Son and the Spirit of Love

Is the beautiful Eve to be your spouse,

Become one, united in one flesh!

Adam I invite with his Eve

To the table of God's wedding feast.

Adam, lie down with God,

Eve, lie down with God at the table!

Jesus will gird himself like a slave

And prepare the banquet for the spouses.

Eve, eat the bread of life,

Adam, drink thou the wine of salvation!

Adam, take for yourself from the golden table

Apples of life, figs of knowledge,

Eve, receive from the hands of Jesus

Sweet food, melting in the mouth!

Eve lay naked at the table with Adam,

Jesus taught her the Wisdom of God,

Jesus taught her the friendship of the Spirit,

Eve listening to Jesus' lips!

Angels stood around the wedding table,

Cherubim like naked little children,

Seraphim like beautiful butterflies

Fluttering around Eve's long locks!

All the choirs praised Eve's beauty,

All the choirs praised Eve's loveliness,

All the choirs sang to Eve's soul,

All the choirs rejoiced for Eve!

Sammael was a seraphim in heaven,

In youth like the morning star,

Residing on the mountain of the gods,

Shining in his godlike beauty.

But Sammael rose up in pride

Because of his beauty, and said,

I am more beautiful than the beautiful Godhead,

I will sit in the throne of the Godhead!

Sammael was full of envy and pride,

When he saw how all the choirs of angels

Were celebrating Eve in her beauty,

He decided to seduce Eve.

Sammael came in the form of the serpent,

Wrapped himself around the fig tree of Eden,

He said, I bring enlightenment to Eve,

I am the serpent of secret wisdom.

Lisping lustfully, the serpent thus lured

Eve and seduced the beloved,

To pluck the forbidden fig,

Eve plucked the forbidden fig.

But at the same moment appeared

The angel of death with the name

Azrael and spoke to the beautiful Eve,

Eve, Eve, you must die!

Eve was terrified of death,

Naked fear of death befell the fair one

And she sighed, Shall in the realm of death

I live without my beloved?

How shall I endure the realm of the dead

Without Adam, how shall my soul

Without his body live in damnation

In the eternity of death?

So Eve, out of love, gave Adam

The forbidden fig of knowledge,

Adam fed the forbidden fig

Like a sweet sacrament of sin.

God the Eternal in His beauty

With the divine Messiah Jesus

In the energy of the strong Spirit

Full of manliness drove out the devil

Sammael from God's kingdom,

Sammael like lightning fell down.

But woe to you, O sea and earth!

Sammael has now come to you!

God the Eternal is holy, holy,

Holy God the Eternal of hosts!

Eve offended God the Father,

God was filled with sadness and unhappiness,

That he now had to drive Eve away,

That he now had to chase Adam away

From the beautiful Garden of Eden,

That paradise of beautiful love.

Eve now had to descend with Adam

To the lowest of the seven earths,

Into the darkness of the deepest earth,

But that was not enough punishment.

Eve, out of love for Adam, gave

Adam the fig forbidden by God,

In order to live together in the realm

Of the dead with the well-beloved man.

Therefore the Heavenly Father chastised

Eve with the chastisement of the rod,

That he led Adam away from Eve,

Eve remained alone in darkness.

God the Father led Adam alone

To the earth Adama, the second

Of the seven earths. Adam lived

On mother earth Adama alone.

But woe to Adam, the book Sophia

Flew up to heaven with eagle's wings!

Adam woe lamented, Book Sophia,

Book Sophia, you have forsaken me!

For a hundred and thirty years Adam lived

On the mother earth Adama with Lilith,

The temptress, the bogey demon,

Adam's semen in the womb of Lilith

Begetting all manner of demon children,

Great giants and monstrous creatures,

Full of fables and old wives' tales

And all the myths are of the demons,

Which Adam begat with Lilith,

Goblin mother became Lilith mother,

Became mother of cyclops, mother of giants,

Dwarfs‘ mother, monsters‘ mother.

Lilith stood with her children Lilim

By the water in the promised land

And hid her Lilim children

In the bushes without baptising them.

These unchristened Lilim children

Turned into fairies and elves,

To sirens and water nymphs,

To dryads, living in the trees.

These unbaptised Lilim children

Became goat-demons and satyrs,

Became fauns with the feet of goats,

Night-ghosts, pitch-black souls.

But Eve in the dark earth

Joined with Sammael in fornication,

They were not united in the marriage of God,

They joined in free love,

In the love that is mixed with hate,

In sweetness mixed with anger,

In faithfulness, which is also faithless,

In lust, which is also contempt.

Adam's fate was also Eve's fate.

Adam slept with a bogey demoness,

Eve herself with the power of the devil.

This counter-wedding was not holy,

This counter-wedding was of the enemy

And the children of this counter-wedding

Were unbaptised monster children,

Satan's sons and demon's children.

At last, at last God had mercy

After the long chastisement of the rod

And the bitter tears of repentance

And the expiatory sufferings of the exiles!

At last God brought the beautiful Eve

From the darkness of the deepest earth,

Brought Eve to Adam, the husband,

Who inhabited the mother earth Adama,

Then God led Adam with his Eve

As on a heavenly stairway steps

From one earth to the next,

To the seventh, Our Mother Earth.

The Great Mother Earth of us all,

This bluish planet in the sea,

Became home to the couple

And they lived quietly in gentle peace.

Completely intimate conjugal love

Made Adam the co-creator of God,

Eve the co-creator of the Godhead,

Eve thus bore the firstborn.

Cain was the name of the firstborn,

Cain was by profession a man of the field,

Never did the husbandman slaughter an animal,

Cain did not even drink the milk of cows.

But Eve became pregnant again,

The mother's breasts, huge and full,

Overflowed with sweet milk of consolation,

Sweet drops dripped from the tips!

Eve brought Abel to earth,

Abel came from the universe

Where he the galactic nourishment

From the sun's galaxy sucked!

But Abel became a shepherd of lambs

And he slaughtered a little lamb to the Lord!

Blood of the paschal lamb at the gate!

Abel was justified by God.

But Adam was all desolate sorrow,

That the Book of Sophia remained gone.

What is all the love of this earth

Without the guardianship of God's Wisdom?

Adam looked at Eve, the beautiful one,

So Adam thought with a painful sigh:

If only I still had the Book of Sophia,

I could hear the word of God.

This beauty of Eve's is fleeting

And the soul of Eve is not divinity,

But the word of love in the Book of Sophia

Is the Godhead in the body of the Word.

O well-beloved book of Sophia,

Lovely were thy ornaments and thy garments,

But I love thy nakedness still more,

Quite irresistible thy soul

And within thy soul shines

God, God shone from your eyes,

God in the mystery of thy spirit,

This divinity has now forsaken me!

In despair Adam, desolately sad,

All entangled in desolate madness,

Adam sought to murder himself

And with free will to kill himself!

Then the Lord in heaven had mercy,

Jesus gave Adam the Book of Sophia

Again, Adam's favourite book Sophia

Came from heaven with eagle's wings!

Adam lovingly embraced as a spouse

This well-beloved book Sophia,

Deeper and deeper he penetrated the womb

And mystically recognised the beloved.

This book Sophia were handed down

From Adam to the father Abrahm,

Who founded the One-God-Faith

And the chosen people of the Jews.

My muse is convinced that

Father Abrahm is in truth Brahma,

The mysterious Book of Sophia

Be now the property of the Tantra Masters!

Eve finally counted a thousand years,

Then God transferred her to heaven.

Milton saw Eve in visions,

Klopstock saw Eve in morning dreams,

Dante saw Eve in the heaven

To the right of the throne of Our Lady.

But Adam remained alone on earth,

A thousand years of solitude on earth,

Till father Noah took pity on him

And took him into the bosom of the ark

And, after the flood had passed,

Drank with him of the wine on Mount Ararat!

Adam went on to Jerusalem,

Where, on the way of the cross, he saw Christ.

Father Adam saw Jesus Christ:

I am you and you are me, my Master!

Christ is the new and the last

Adam on the tree of life, the cross,

Christ is the Serpent on the Cross,

The Mother of Sorrows is the New Eve.

O beloved Lady of Sorrows,

New Eve of my paradise,

Look up to the serpent on the cross,

Up to the serpent on the tree of life!

New Eve, lead father Adam,

That he may put off his old Adam,

That he may put on the new Adam,

That he may be like the New Adam!

When the old Adam has become

The new Adam Jesus Christ,

The new Adam will marry

Paradise's New Eve!

If the old Eve has spoiled Eden's garden

With serpent and with fig,

The new Eve invites me into her womb,

The blissful garden of her heavenly womb!

A pleasure garden paradise of delight

Is the New Eve in heaven,

Where from the tree of life of salvation

She gives the fig of eternal knowledge!

PART III

Eternal, out of abundance of love

Out of nothing you made creation,

Not because you were lonely, but,

Because you wanted to love the creatures!

God the Father poured the red wine,

God the Son was himself this red wine,

God the Spirit was this wine's cup,

Poured out wine is God's creation!

God the Father is the Great Mother

With the fertility of mother's breasts,

God the Son is mother's milk of love,

God the Spirit has milked this milk!

From the mother's milk of the Creator God

Became the universe's galaxies

And the starry stream, the cosmos' milkyway,

From the nebulae became God's sun,

From the sun, the Earth was detached,

Nothing but sea covered Mother Earth,

Mountains became, green forests grew,

Smallest water creatures became fish,

Fish crawled on Mother Earth,

Animals became in the green forests,

Dinosaurs of prehistoric times became

And apes and monkeys on the trees.

God the Creator in His wisdom created

Through the creative spirit, the love of God,

From the stones, plants and animals

A human body from mother earth.

As the creative love of God

Created the body from Mother Earth,

Created from the Materia, the Mother,

Beautifully created the body of a human being,

Breathed God in wisdom and in love

Pure breath from the breath of God

Into the human body through the nose,

Thus the first man came to life.

He was substance from the substance of Mother Earth

And was the spirit of life from the spirit of God,

In the image of the creative Godhead,

Endowed with reason and freedom.

I, Mashiach, first human being,

Lament to all the world the pains of my soul!

Do you hear me, you hierarchy of angels?

Seraphim, do you envy my suffering?

What is a human soul alone?

Am I enough for myself alone?

Who am I, am I alone with myself?

Who wants to laugh alone, to cry alone?

Shall I think of God in solitude?

But the true Godhead is not lonely!

God is love, God is three persons:

Lover, Beloved and Love!

I alone am lonely on earth,

I alone am lonely in the cosmos!

Will you understand my loneliness,

O posterity of my thousand grandchildren?

Think of a human being in the cosmos,

Nailed to the nothingness of the universe,

Screaming, but there is no echo on earth,

Screaming, but God close his ears!

Shall I love myself lonely?

Pull myself out of the mire by the hair?

Love thyself, I hear spirits whisper.

If the I loves the I, that is not love.

That I cannot do, for longing, longing

Like a spirit breath burns in my soul,

Sighs of longing, flames of longing

Ignite my soul with fire!

Grandchildren, do you want to see my soul?

My soul's limbs burn ablaze,

In longing's glowing breath I burn,

My soul is aflame with sighs!

Hope is called a divine virtue,

But I die of despair!

But longing, stronger than despair,

Desire is even more eternal than hope!

But longing burns me to ashes!

God says, This soul burned me!

But from the ash of longing

Love's phenix rises!

Do you want to know what Messiah suffers

In the earth's green garden of joy?

Garden of joy is not a garden of joy,

Earth's garden is a garden of woe!

Nature is a dear mother,

She has created with God all creation,

Nature has a dear soul

And I beheld that lovely soul!

Yes, beguilingly perfumed

The beloved woman Nature, the mother,

Spiritually among the pink plum blossoms

I saw smiling sweetly her fair face.

Do you think, then, that I could love

Nature as a bride and comrade?

Ah, you know not a man's soul,

What nature teaches him for love's pains!

But I lay in the green garden of earth

In the marriage bed of green grasses,

Gazing on the first flowers of spring,

Open their violet calyxes,

In the bosom of the violet calyxes

Nectar and ambrosia at the pistil

And so too the honeybees hastened,

To kiss them with their sharp sting.

Don't drive me crazy, nature, O mother,

Don't teach me the pleasures of love!

Am I like a white butterfly,

That dances in the air in springtime?

But I see with the white butterfly

Dancing the wedding dance for the female butterfly!

In the grasses I see the insects

Shamelessly mount the bed in public!

But I in these green grasses

See a love before my eyes,

My mind's eyes, my heart's eyes

See that love - which I lack!

Godhead! Night reigns on Mother Earth,

The lonely Messiah drinks his red wine.

God, a man sharpens a man's mind,

Send me a friend into my garden,

A twin brother, double,

That a thinker may debate with me,

To ponder the mysteries

And solve the riddles of nature for me.

God is Father, Son and Spirit, O Godhead.

Send to the father of all men

A son, whom I teach all things,

A spiritual man to debate with.

Nature is lust and eroticism,

But Messiah is reason and thought.

Send me to the wine a boy-gift,

Send to my wine a brother poet.

Do not leave me so alone on earth,

Lonely so in the black universe!

Oh, I can bear the torment no longer,

Hear my crying prayers!

Hear me, O God! But wilt thou not hear me,

I must drown all my misery,

Must drown my soul's wounds

In the cup of red wine of forgetfulness!

Already I stagger, God, and dance sadly,

Already I am drunk with gloom,

Drunk with tears, drunk with grief,

Already I'm reeling, reeling, reeling, reeling!

So Messiah has sunk in the grass,

Into the trance of the intoxication of forgetfulness!

Dead his body in the swoon of his sleep

And bewitched his soul with intoxication.

Then God the Father came from heaven,

God came, the almighty begetter,

God the Father, begetting power of the Godhead,

Cut the rib from the man's breast!

God said, Already I created the galaxies,

Created the misty spirals of the cosmos,

Created time and created space, created the cosmos.

The cosmos is finite and infinite,

Already I created brother sun beautiful,

Already I created sister moon in the sky,

Already I created loving Mother Earth

And created chaste sister water,

Already I created the cedar and the cypress

And the fig with the seeds inside,

In the seas the dolphin and the whale,

On the mountains black panther females,

In the jungles of the jungle, apes,

Who shamelessly finger their genitals,

Created brother donkey, brother body,

I created my lonely Messiah.

But the world is not yet complete!

Artist am I, artistic deity,

Creative deity, I create

Now woman as the masterpiece of creation!

So from the rib of the Messiah

I create, from the side of his heart,

Create for him from his dream the woman of his dreams,

Equal to him a counterpart!

Heavy is the hand of the Lord upon the man,

The breath of the Godhead hovers over the woman!

He shall create creative works,

Let her be religiously God's neighbour!

Equal flesh from his flesh,

Equal bone from his bone,

Equal heart from his heart,

Equal dream from his dream!

Like the cosmos, let her soul be rich,

Like the sun, beautiful be her face,

Like the earth, mighty be her body,

Like man, let her be the image of God!

God in his motherly love

With the conjugal throne

Of Wisdom and the feminine Ruach

Created as Creator Love - Messianne!

God the Father, Creator of Messianne,

At the Father's hand held Messianne:

Blessed be, firstborn daughter,

I will lead you to your wedding!

God the Father laid his hands

Blessing the long black hair

Of His God-daughter Messianne,

Kissing her forehead three times in blessing.

God the Father with Messianne

Walks serenely in the garden of joy:

O thou my thornless rose,

Thou art even for me a garden of joy!

Beautiful the steps of thy bare feet

With the henna-red mother-of-pearl toes

In the golden sandals, Princess,

Silver ringing at your ankles.

God the Father led Messianne

Through the gate into the garden of joy,

The gate was like a pearl of the sweet sea,

Wreathed in thornless roses.

Daughter, through the gate of your heart

Into the garden of your soul's joy

May the love of God enter,

That he may rejoice in thy heart!

Come, your body is this garden of joy,

Your body is the temple of God's beauty,

In the sanctuary of a woman's heart

Will royal love live!

O thou first-born daughter of God,

Who art the temple of God's beauty,

Love will dwell in thy heart

Not only for your own delight,

But this fatherly fountain

Of my love may overflow,

That your heart, receiving my love,

Overflow and give love!

God the Father said to the daughter of God,

Behold the man whom I have created,

Be to him a revelation of my beauty,

Be to him the giver of fair love!

When Messiah beheld Messianne,

He became a poet in rapture:

This is the soul of my soul,

This woman is my dream's dream-woman!

Equal she my counterpart,

That I may look in her mirror,

That I may look in her soul's mirror

The creative divinity's beauty!

Of the beauty of creative divinity

Is beloved the supremely beautiful

Human goddess from the hand of Deity,

Human Beauty from the Beauty of God!

More radiant than the celestial sun,

Which shines as light from the light of God,

Shines on the brow of the well-beloved one

Splendour and glory of the heavenly deity!

The well-beloved is showered

With the bright radiance of God's beauty!

God's beautiful love, made human being,

Encountered me in the Beloved!

This woman is not of this earth,

In the heaven of God is her origin.

This woman, a heaven on earth,

On earth already lets me into heaven!

Never I have seen God's beautiful face

In the glory of God's creation

So mighty, overpowering, glorious,

Beautiful as in the face of the Beloved!

Yes, the bliss of paradise

Is already granted to me on this earth!

In blissful contemplation

I see the face of the face of God!

I am brought to my knees in adoration

By this vision of the supremacy of God!

In the beauty of Messianne I behold

The primeval beauty of the primeval Godhead!

Sing to me, poetic Messiah,

Sing of the paradise of joy's garden,

Now that Fair Love has moved in,

Now that in the garden Messianne lives!

Delight of all delights, garden of joy,

Rejoice loudly in love, beautiful creation!

Breathe God's glowing breath of fair love,

You beloved scarlet roses!

You beloved scarlet roses,

Breathe the glowing breath of ever-beautiful love!

Glowing your beauty, praise the Creator,

Intoxicate us with sweet rose oils!

Let us anoint ourselves as anointed ones

With the anointing oil, wild rose oils,

Let us be intoxicated with the perfume

Of the beloved scarlet roses!

But praise me also the red poppy,

Rejoice in paradise, O Poppie!

Sing to me, too, the secret lover

With the nectar-sweet womb of the iris!

Apple tree, how splendid your apples!

But your apples fall down

To the adoration of your apple breasts,

O naked-breasted beloved!

Sweet plum I pluck from the tree,

Loving, I share the sweet plum,

Look, the nectar-sweet half of the plum

Is as lovely as your womb, beloved!

Look at the fig from the fig tree,

The most erotic of sweet fruits,

See the sweet fig of knowledge,

Give me the knowledge of your love!

O you grasses full of the sap of life,

Fruitful within you the sap of love foams,

Love full of delight, full of lust, rejoice

And pour yourselves through the garden!

This blissful garden full of lust

Celebrates the union of love!

God's Eros rules in the garden,

God's Eros in the well-beloved!

Come, O Saint John Paul the Great,

Speak of the union of love!

Is Messiah then with Messianne

One in the marriage bed?

The ancient Church Fathers argued,

Whether the two were sexually united

In the marriage bed of paradise

Or only after their fall into sin?

So Hildegard of Bingen spoke

Of the chaste way of union,

Not in the sexual act of love,

But how light and glass unite.

Hear me, O John Paul the Great,

Who sanctified sexuality!

Is sexuality sanctified

By the Creator Spirit of the sexuality!

Messianne said to Messiah,

Stormy is the lust of man,

His blood's seed boils and gushes,

Pouring out fast the lustful sensation!

But my female lust

Slowly rises to the climax

And then the pleasure lasts long,

Teaches the church and the Kama Sutra.

Come and love me in the act, Messiah!

Not so fast, you tempestuous Messiah!

Take time for our lovemaking,

Time for foreplay, climax and afterplay!

Let us find a rhythm together

In the God-given act of love,

Let us rejoice in the climax

In the same moment of lust!

Just as egg and semen merge,

So in the act our souls merge.

Yes, in the act of love God is present!

God is present in the act of union!

So Messiane became pregnant,

And Messiah saw the fruit of the womb

Ripen fruitfully in the womb,

In the belly of the Blessed Virgin.

The child was a cluster of grapes and a loaf of bread,

And the most blessed mother

Swaying like a ship on the waves,

Imposing majesty of motherhood!

In the mother's highest pregnancy

In the moment before the descent

The Messiah in Messianne

Looked upon the Godhead as Great Mother!

Messianne enthroned on the camp

Like the world mountain of Mother Earth

In the empire of the benedict

Motherhood of the creative Godhead!

Majesty of the imposing breasts!

Fertility of the cup of her pelvis!

Yes, the Creator God as Great Mother

Incarnate in Mother Messianne!

Thus the Highly Given One gave birth,

Highly Blessed the fruit of the womb,

And as God from God and Light from Light

The child lay at the breast of the Mother!

When Messiah came to Messianne

At the camp of her descent

He gave his fatherly blessing

To that newborn citizen of heaven.

This angel of her covenant of love

In the holiness of the pure child

Was embodiment of love-unity,

Incarnate conjugal love.

Their unity of the two persons

Became the Trinity of Love.

God was present in the Unity,

God was present in the child!

As Messiah from Mother Earth

The Creator-virgin was born,

So begotten of the Father God

In eternity the Son of the Father,

And as Messiah formed

From the same material of Mother Earth

Was Messianne, thus from the Father

And from the Son poured forth the Spirit.

So I sing of Messiah's humanity

In the image of the Son of God

And the beautiful humanity of Messianne

As the image of the Spirit of God.

Such praises the hymn of the two-one

Love in the Kingdom of the One Godhead,

But greater still is the mystery

Of the Trinity of Fair Love!

How from the Messiah's rib

Messianne beautifully formed,

From the Father came the Son of the Father,

One Being in the One Godhead,

As Messiah lovingly gave

To Messianne, Messianne

Lovingly gave herself back to Messiah,

Out of the love-unity came the child,

So the Father loves the Father's Son

And the Son of the Father loves the Father,

The love of both divine persons

Is as divine person the spirit.

So Messiah is the image of the Father,

Messianne is the image of the Son

And the child the image of the Holy Spirit,

The family is the image of the Godhead.

Solomon proclaims this mystery

In the Solomonic contemplation

Full of the wisdom of divine eroticism

In the language of a love poet:

God the Eternal loves Sophia,

His conjugal consort,

From the marriage of God and Sophia

The spirit pours forth, friendly to man.

Verily, ninety theses I must sing

And so I sing the humanly ordained

Son of God in the man Jesus Christ,

For so teacheth me Mother Church.

But I also sing the Daughter

Of God, sing also the Mother of God,

Sing also the Bride of the Holy Spirit,

Sing Our Lady Mary.

God's Son became man in Jesus Christ.

God's Spirit as the Mother Love of God

Embodied in God's Mother,

God's Spirit is Mother in Mary!

And so I sing Messianne's love

Jesus, the beloved of her soul,

Bridegroom of Messianne's soul

In the mystery of God's marriage.

So too I sing the Messiah's love,

Our Lady Mary,

In the mystery of Mary's marriage

He is one with her in high love.

Jesus is the Prince of Paradise,

King in the kingdom of heaven.

Queen of Heaven is Mary,

Princess of Peace in the Principality of Heaven.

Jesus carries in love Messianne

Into the heavenly kingdom of paradise

And Mary lovingly carries Messiah

Into the principality of the third heaven.

Jesus as the King in the heavens

Is united to the Queen of Heaven,

In the double dominion of their hearts

Eternally rest the heavenly paradises.

And as Jesus and Mary are one

In the highest heavenly paradise,

So Messiah and Messianne

Are eternally one in the Garden of Eden!

PART IV

When mother earth was a garden of joy

And in harmony all creation,

Among themselves reconciled the living beings

Under the administration of pure humanity?

Was mankind at the beginning

In the masculinity of power and strength

And the femininity of tender love

A small deity on earth?

Was the love between the sexes

A pure love heart to heart,

Without chaos of burning desire

That makes the subject an object?

Were souls still close to heaven,

Yes, heaven close to mother earth,

That the first man did not rebel

Against God, but rather loved the Godhead?

Was there from the high heavenly kingdom of God

A road downward of light's glow,

The rainbow was that bridge

On which the angels of God descended?

Did men stand under the mantle of God

And rejoiced in the graces of God,

Called God their loving Father

And the love of God their mother?

Did not only God's angels of heaven

Came down to the people of the earth,

But God the Creator descended

Like an angel to the children of men?

And when Eve in the garden in the evening

Looked at the flowers in the garden

And listened to the evening song of the birds

In the twilight of the sun,

Then the God of gods came to Eve,

Walked with Eve in the garden,

Laying his hands on Eve's head,

Kissed her forehead three times and blessed her?

Man, you did not want to receive love

And no longer follow God's instruction,

But only your own ego as ruler,

Yes, enthrone your ego as God.

Then rule your ego as an ego-deity!

Don't you realise what you have lost?

Is your ego in earthly limitation

Cut off from the source of love?

Has love disappeared from the world,

That poured out loving from above,

The desire for love still remains,

Must you now suck at empty springs.

What remains is lust and desire for pleasure,

But satisfaction is not gained.

Not your ego satisfies itself,

Nor another ego completely satisfies thee.

If man has turned away from the Creator,

The Creator has withdrawn,

Nature, the Great Mother,

Will not pour love into thy soul.

No, the rabbits do not give you love,

Love not the horses in the pastures,

Love not the flowers in the garden,

If you turn away from God's love.

God's love is the soul of creation,

God's love is the life of man.

Where you close yourself off to God's love,

Man and creation will remain dead to you forever.

You will find nothing but dead things,

Dead bodies you will only desire,

Becoming and passing away will disappoint,

For the last word is death and nothingness only.

For the eternity of God's love

Thou hast forsaken for thine own self

And so ego and the world speak nothing else

But death in all eternity.

But who can humble himself in death,

For man is made for life!

And so at the bottom of his being

Every man seeks the love that saves him!

Where man is alienated from his God,

He is alienated from his own being,

Alas, alien are to each other

All creatures of this earth.

Where the divinity does not rule in man,

War reigns as the father of all things.

Where love does not reign eternally beautiful,

Money becomes the root of all evil.

How desecrated is beautiful love

But in the misery of men on this earth,

It, the eternally-beautiful love, which

Is worthy to dwell in paradise!

Eve, tell me all your sufferings!

Why do you suffer from God the Father?

What false images of God have

Disfigure your holy and beautiful face?

Eve, why do you not find Jesus?

What dark powers of this earth

Want to alienate you from your spouse,

Who died the death of love for thee?

Eve, why do you suffer from love?

Is not the origin of love in heaven?

Is not thy heart born of love,

Does not love live in you as grace?

Eve, do you not know your beauty?

Is not your soul the image

Of beautiful love of creative divinity,

Is not thy soul a light from the light?

Eve, why do you suffer from the value

And the dignity of the person on earth?

Did not the God-man himself go,

Did he not cry out your name on the cross?

Eve, why do you suffer from old age?

Whether the outer man also must wither,

Year by year the soul blossoms more beautiful still

In the youthful charm of beautiful wisdom!

Eve, why do you suffer from death?

Will not thy spotless soul

Dressed in a youthful body of light

Be blissfully happy in paradise?

So Jesus says this to Eve,

Mother Eve, my beloved,

You are a housewife in the house of God,

Christ's cross is in your daily life.

I come to knock at your door,

Think not that I would not see

All the hardship and toil of your daily life

And the cross in the life of a housewife.

Eve, yes, I see the mountains of laundry,

Laundry that the children made dirty,

That you have to wash and dry,

You have to tidy it and wash it again and again.

Every day you also have to cook a meal,

Nutritious and healthy for your children,

That you often ask yourself: What should I cook?

Children prefer sweets.

I also know worries about health,

Your own and the children's health,

Christ knows when the little ones are teething,

Christ knows a woman's period.

Mother Eve, worries of education

Your beloved Jesus Christ knows,

Whether the children listen to their mother,

Whether the children's souls will be happy,

Whether they find their way in life,

Whether the angels always protect them,

Whether they will be happy in love,

Whether they are protected from the wars.

Mother Eve, can't you sleep at night

After the hard work of your everyday life,

Do you lie awake because your children are sick?

Knowledge of your sufferings has Jesus Christ.

Mother Eve, beloved housewife,

Christ, as Eve's spouse, is ready

To share all life's cares with you

And fill you with his love!

Christ spoke in his beautiful love

To the well-beloved mother Eve,

Yes, I am the brother of all men

And he who sees Jesus sees the Father.

Mother Eve, bill upon bill

Accumulates with you, the unpaid ones

Still waiting for your diligence and work,

Money to count and to give away.

Little money only comes into your till

And so you must always think,

What bill thou couldst pay,

What creditor you must put off!

Who shall pay all this debt?

Who has so much ransom as debt?

Hardly is there any money in thy coffers,

The necessities of daily life eat it up.

Yet also the dearth reigns on the world's circle,

Yes, the rider rides the horse,

The rider of the secret revelation

Rides with the scales in his hands.

Let capital be king!

Today the system of economy is called

Mammonism! They think it is freedom,

But the poor of God must suffer!

Mother Eve, you are one of God's poor,

You too are one of them. Hear my words,

God the Father loves the poor of God,

Who do not know how to help themselves!

Eve, ask for the bread of the day.

God the Father knows what you need.

God's forgetful ones only ask for vain things,

God's children trust in the Father.

Look at the crocus flowers in the garden!

Sulamith in her lovely robe

Was not beautifully dressed like the little flowers,

Which the spring rains yet shatter!

Look at the blackbirds in the beech hedges!

Blackbird males need not go to work,

But God from heaven feeds the blackbirds,

God feeds females and little chicks.

Jesus Christ speaks to the woman Eve,

I have told you of my love,

That you are for me the crown of creation,

Beautiful woman, the masterpiece of creation!

I told you that on the cross

I thought of you with every nail,

That I desired you passionately,

When I cried out in the Passion, I thirst!

I told you that my love

Of my heart is like a lamp,

Which shines above your head,

Illuminating you with the grace of God,

Yes, My Heart is not One Heart alone,

My lamp not One lamp alone,

But on the rosary for Eve

Hangs a hundred and fifty lamps and hearts!

I told you that I already see

Your throne in the paradise of heaven,

That before thy throne the angels kneel

And pay homage to you as their princess!

I told you that the kingdom of love

I see before me when I think of you,

In that realm worms feel lust

And the cherubim recognise Jehovah!

Jehovah! Unspeakable your mercy!

Your glory is drawn today,

As I stood in a cleft of the rock

As if in a mirror's reflection, past me!

Eve, Eve, standing naked in the bath,

Behind the bluish-transparent curtain,

Eve, naked rising from the bath!

Glory to the Lord, naked Eve!

Unspeakably great the grace of God!

Eve, manifestly by God's grace!

God's grace revealed in Eve!

Eve naked as in paradise!

Mother Eve comes out of her bath,

Wet and curly her long hair,

She sits down gloriously in her armchair,

Says, I often pray to thee, O Jesus!

When Hippocrates swore the oath,

The physicians considered life

As a sanctuary. and health

Was sacred to the ancient physicians.

But today the physicians murder

Little children in their mother's womb

And the handicapped in mind and body

Are killed by doctors!

Artificially they already procreate human bodies,

Rape with a syringe

Full of some man's semen

In the test tube a cell!

Otherwise the egg of the woman seeks in love

From the hot stream of fire of the sperms

The one sperm cell itself,

Her chosen sperm cell.

But today they divide the cells,

Considering human matter

Simply as the product of scientists,

Who know no love of man.

They also split the atoms,

They build the atomic missile,

They even give the atomic bomb

"Trinity" as a name to blaspheme God!

Televisions and computers

Are every man's toy,

No one reads the Kama Sutra any more

And studies the wisdom of the arts of love,

If it weren't the pious poets!

But what are in modern times

Poets and lyricists, oh Jesus!

Who still sings like Ovid for Corinna?

But Mother Eve said to Jesus,

I will lend you of my money,

For I know for certain, righteous judge,

Thou givest again a thousandfold interest.

I will lend donations to the poor,

I will lend you sighs that are outpoured,

Lend thee prayer in my afflictions,

Lend thee the feeding of poor children,

I will lend thee the renunciation of pleasures.

(Yes, my Jesus, I will lend you this,

This painful renunciation of pleasures

Which, oh, so ardently I desire!)

I will lend thee, O Lord, surrender

In the hard rock of my fate,

I will lend thee self-denial,

I will lend thee charity,

I will lend you the wisdom of angels,

I will lend you the love of angels,

I will lend you the worm's lust,

I will lend you the serpent of my womb,

I will lend you the dark nights,

I will lend you the hunger of love,

I will lend you the wounds of my soul,

I will lend you my neighbour's fears of death,

Lend you the charms of my body,

Lend you my heart's exultation,

Lend you the dreams of my soul,

Lend thee the wisdom of my mind.

What I was in the beginning of creation

And at the moment of conception,

What I am at the hour of my death

And on the Last Day, I will lend to you.

When I stand before your throne

On the Last Day of Judgement,

Thou wilt say well in thy magnanimity:

Now you will receive a thousandfold interest!

Jesus spoke to Mother Eve,

Dear Eve, my beloved,

I am the creator deity of women.

And so I know the hearts of women.

Women wish to give themselves completely,

To give themselves completely to the living,

To receive the living one too

And become one in beautiful love.

Ah, men love dead things,

Love the abstract ideals

And theories and dogmas

Or even just iron machines.

But women love living things,

Very personal and concrete life,

Individually and also in wholeness,

They are of the living sex.

As they are of the living sex,

They are also of the loving sex.

But these feminine hearts

Unfortunately also tend to idolatry,

Worship a man as a deity,

Whether he give them fullness of life,

Give them abundance of blessing and love,

Yes, as if a man were their heaven.

All-loving are these women,

But as my poet said,

Too much love is dangerous,

When love of man becomes worship.

God, O my well-beloved Eve,

God only knows how to give himself completely,

In the depths of man's soul

Is the bridal chamber of divinity alone!

This deepest thirst of love of the heart,

This painful hunger for love

In the black hole in the cosmos of the soul

Only the love of God can fulfil it!

But this truth you must know:

God does not satisfy on this earth,

But God's love to satisfy you

Needs all the eternities of God!

Mother Eve is the Great Mother,

Exalted Great Mother,

Great-grandmother of all the children of men,

Gives her blessing to the sons of all.

You, my firstborn of my womb,

Should be among all your brothers

The high priest of thy God,

But, alas, thou art conceived in trespasses

And born in guilt, in the bed

Thou layest with thy father's wife,

As a husband with thy mother,

And forfeited thy father's blessing.

Thou, the second-born of my womb,

Loved the Almighty of Heaven,

Thou hast been seduced by thy power and strength

To the wrathful use of arms.

But my third son is like an emperor,

Glorious as the Pharaoh of Egypt

And the Caesar of Rome, he serve Jesus,

The Secret Emperor from the heavens!

My dear little twin sons

Always suckle at their mother's breast,

Blessing come upon them from the bosom

Blessing come upon them from the womb!

But you, my chosen darling,

Are as beautiful as the Messiah King

And in your great fevered eyes

I saw Jesus Christ on the cross!

May Christ as the child king

Stretch forth his sceptre in blessing

Over my chosen darling!

White as milk and red as wine is my darling!

The most intimate delight of my womb

Is God's chosen betrothed.

When he was in my womb

I used to sing sweet hymns!

God-Son, my womb's delight,

God's betrothed, my womb's rejoicing!

God loves you and calls you a pure pattern

Of a man who loves the dear God!

Jesus Christ stood in the afternoon

In the bedchamber of Mother Eve.

But Mother Eve was at the doctor's house

Because of a pressure in her throat.

Jesus looked with loving eyes

The piano of his dear lady,

He watched her black curls with rapt attention

And the naked white neck of the swan.

Jesus looked at the crystal angels

And the rose quartz bottle of Aleppo

And the vial of miraculous water

From the pure fountain of the spotless

And the vial of consecrated water

And the rosary from the Beautiful Mountain

And the dancers or nymphs,

Charites, dancing for Madonna.

Jesus saw the holy icon

Of his beloved Morenita,

Saw the sweet smile of Mona Lisa,

Looked at Eve in a nude painting,

Measured the size of her beautiful breasts,

Saw the nude picture also of naked Lilith,

Who, entwined with the serpent of Eros

Was the embodiment of lustful delight.

Jesus Christ looked at Eve's bed,

Saw books in Eve's bed,

The knowledge of seraphim and thrones.

And there lay the piece of chocolate.

Jesus Christ smelled Eve's pillow,

He breathed in the fragrance of Eve's beauty,

Jesus Christ lay down on her bed

And remembered his beautiful Eve.

Mother Eve slept on a couch

Under a blanket, fleece of lamb,

Jesus watched over her slumber,

Sang to her songs from the east.

When Mother Eve awoke,

She talked about art with Jesus Christ.

Mother Eve said, Botticelli's

Venus I look at like an angel.

Jesus Christ said, Botticelli

Painted Simonetta, his muse,

Not only as the Great Goddess Venus,

Painted Simonetta as the Madonna.

But Botticelli's Madonna

Was to the priests of my mother's church

Too melancholy and erotic

And too similar to a goddess Venus.

Mother Eve said, Leonardo

Painted beautifully the young Mother of God

With bare breast, at the beautiful bosom

The infant Jesus sucks the milk of consolation.

Jesus Christ spoke to Mother Eve,

The scholars say of the artists,

Botticelli as well as Leonardo were

Sick of boyish love‘s fornication

As did Michelangelo the Great,

Who saw the man's body alone

As the perfect image of God's beauty,

Man-woman each of his prophetesses.

But Michelangelo Mary

Beautifully formed as the Mother of Sorrows

With the dead God in her womb,

Most perfect image of the beauty of God!

But Raphael lost his mother

In childhood, he loved many women,

He could not paint except

In the presence of the well-beloved!

Unattainable his great love,

His lady, another man's wife!

And increased by the inner ideal

He transfigured her to Sistine!

For Sistine is the Beautiful Lady,

Virgin, Mother, Queen and Goddess!

But you, O well-beloved Eve,

I also idolise you as a goddess!

Jesus, in personal judgement

Judge me not as an angel,

Jesus, judge me as a man,

Judge me as flesh and blood from this earth.

Angels look at intellectual

And spiritual visions of the Godhead,

Then respond as pure spirits

To the will of love of their Deity.

But here in the realm of gravity

The carnal desires tempt me

In the civilisation of sin

Under Satan's diabolical government.

Jesus, I am man, I am of the earth,

Jesus, you are God and are from heaven.

You are God's great covenant angel,

Angel of the face of God,

But thou art truly made man,

You had truly a human body,

You, the creator of cosmic stars,

You drank milk from sweet mother's breasts.

You knew hunger and thirst, O Jesus,

You knew tears and sweat, O Jesus,

Could weep, could laugh, Jesus,

Did you know erotic excitement?

Did Mary Magdalene walk

In the charms of her womanly body

Beside thee, what didst thou feel, O Jesus?

What when you kissed Mary's lips?

You love all creatures, O Jesus,

The baptised and the unbaptised,

But Mary Magdalene you kissed

On the lips of thy most-beloved.

Did Mary Magdalene kiss thee,

What didst thou feel in thy flesh?

Your sexuality, O Jesus

Was all human, but without sin!

On the scales of judgement, Jesus,

Please don't put a peacock's feather

But a lump of clay of the earth,

Remember, O Jesus, that I am flesh!

Jesus said to the mother Eve,

In the thorn bush the Lord appeared,

I am who I was and am and am to come,

I am there, in the fire in the thorn bush!

Eve, do you see my crown of thorns?

Yes, I am, the I-am-there in the thorn bush!

I am there in the thicket of everyday life,

I am there in all your pains!

Mother Eve, are you asking about the snake?

Israel wandered through the desert,

People died there from snakebites,

By the deadly poison of the fiery serpents!

Moses made a rod

With the image of a copper serpent.

He who looked on this copper serpent,

Did not die of the poison of the serpents' bites!

Eve, I am that copper serpent,

Me God lifted up by my rod,

Always look at the serpent Jesus,

Always to the serpent on the cross!

For the poison of the serpent leads to death,

Deadly is the poison of the ancient enemy,

But poison in moderation brings health,

The serpent Jesus wants to give you salvation!

This one asks Jesus for wisdom,

This one asks Jesus for health.

Mother Eve, call me the Saviour,

Seek salvation from the Saviour Jesus!

Today your Saviour Jesus comes to you,

Jesus Christ comes with his body,

With the blood, the soul and the divinity

For union with Mother Eve.

Mother Eve spoke in amazement,

Surprisingly great is your love,

Jesus, O wizard of miracles,

Overwhelming is your love!

Mother Eve looks with wide eyes

Into the magic crystal of the mirror.

Yes, the magic crystal of the mirror

Reveals to her heavenly visions!

She sees Our Lady asleep,

Sees the gate of the Trinity, the doorway

Of the Redeemer on the Blood, behold,

Eve's soul swims in the river of grace.

Some say to the river Jordan,

And some say to the river Lethe,

But Eve calls the river of death:

Mother, thou broad river of homecoming!

Choirs hear her singing litanies,

On the choir's voice the soul sways

To the garden city of paradise,

Finally she arrives at her castle of pleasure!

Over the winding stairway to heaven

She enters the hall of her castle,

Holy she gazes on the face of Jesus,

With kindly earnestness the face of Jesus smiles.

Sweet and mild smiles the Madonna,

Eve gazes admiringly at her breasts,

The Madonna offers to her child!

Cup size B wears the Madonna!

Eve looks at her bed in paradise,

Eve lies naked in the bed of heaven,

Lascivious is the fullness of her womb,

She enjoys the lust of her bed!

In the dining room of the golden hall

Among marble, precious stone and amber

She eats Eden's fruit of golden bowl,

Drinks the water that has become wine.

Then she enters her heavenly garden,

Seven hundred acres of garden!

In the lake of the garden of heaven bathes

Eve naked in the splendour of the dawn!

Jesus, she sighs, this is our pleasure palace,

Jesus lives here with Eve!

Oh, my Jesus, if I were already in heaven,

You and I in paradise's pleasure palace!

Mother Eve spoke to Jesus Christ,

Once in my life I saw

A miraculous icon

On the gospel of life.

Like a mountain of God the Mother of God,

She lay in the golden house of wisdom

In the throne of her heavenly bed,

Pure white linen was the sheet.

Over it were blankets of sky-blue,

Over it were rose-red blankets.

In the bed lay the Mother of God

In the heavenly pure white nightdress.

Ebony the posts of her bed,

Cedar and cypress its slats,

Over the bed hung a blue veil

And on her bedside table lay the Bible.

Long black silky hair

Our Lady wore as a veil

And her face was of such beauty

Like the light moon in the dark sky,

Her blue eyes evening stars,

Her nose a proud eagle's nose,

Her cheek beautifully arched, flushed,

Her lips kissable, her smile sweet,

Her high-slung breasts

White arching magnolia blossoms,

The sublime tips of her breasts

Like sultanas from God's vineyard.

In the most blessed bosom,

In the warm arm of the Blessed Mother

By the throbbing of her sweet heart

Lay the newborn baby Jesus.

Mother Eve celebrated Christmas,

Well did she make the Christmas biscuits.

My children, in the evening glow

God's angels bake sweet biscuits.

Look, my beloved children,

Look at the stable of Bethlehem, the sweet one,

Look at the manger with the hay for food,

Look at the ox and look at the donkey.

Came magi from the east,

Came on the rocking camels.

Behold the star of Bethlehem, comets,

Jupiter appears thus in Saturn.

Behold the shepherds with the ewes,

Shepherd boys with the little lambs,

White ewes, white little lambs,

But there comes a black lamb, too.

White turtledoves cooing above

In the high tree by the Christmas barn.

Cats roam there with green eyes.

What of all this did the tomcat know?

Our Lady Maria loved

To caress the Persian cat,

It sat on the Madonna's lap,

She stroked his tail with gentle hands.

But outside the Christmas barn

The peasants' wives set traps,

Rat traps, lest Satan's beasts

Grab at the new-born child!

Shimmering, the serpent of paradise slithers

Over the rock in front of the Christmas barn.

As the serpent's path on the rock

Is the way of the man with the woman.

In the stable the rabbits hop,

In the corners scurry grey mice,

Outside, magpies bob up and down

And at night the hedgehog comes quietly.

Mother Eve speaks to her children,

Come, my well-beloved children,

Behold the Infant Jesus of Prague, the Emperor,

The Secret Emperor in the heavens!

This Infant Jesus of Prague is Emperor

Over all the emperors of this earth,

Emperor over Pharaoh and Caesar,

Emperor of Heaven above China's Emperor.

Behold the crown of your Emperor of Heaven,

He will bestow upon you your crowns!

Yes, you too, my well-beloved darling,

Will one day receive the wreath of love!

Behold the golden mantle of your Emperor,

Golden as the sun of God,

Gold is what you love, ye pure children,

Jesus is as true as gold in purity!

Behold the white robe of the child-emperor,

This robe is white as snow and whiter

Than snow. I myself cannot wash your linen

So that they shine like this!

For the snow-white of his imperial dress

Is the sign of the child's innocence,

Jesus loves the purity of children's hearts,

Pure hearts will see Jesus!

In his hand the apple of his kingdom

Look and see the cross on this apple,

This blue sphere is the earth,

He is emperor over all the universe!

Look at the right hand, the emperor blesses,

Jesus as the emperor of all children

Blesses all his human children,

Mothers, uncles, children and animals!

God is child and this child is Emperor,

This little emperor is the God-man!

But now Jesus wants to play with you,

Now, my children, play with Jesus!

Jesus, hear the holy Homer

Singing of Odysseus and Athena,

O how I love the goddess of wisdom,

She is with me all my days!

Jesus, hear the prophet Pindar,

His dark mystic oracles

Proclaim the secrets of the Godhead.

May God guide me to the castle of Kronos!

Jesus, listen to Sappho's beautiful odes!

None sang so beautifully of maiden beauty,

None sang so fair the chaste Kypris.

Bless me the beautiful love goddess!

Jesus, hear also Horace the wise,

Hear thou the drunken philosopher.

Let us drink in the garden of friendship

And worship virtue at all times.

Jesus, hear also Virgil, the seer

Of the Advent of the Mother Church of Rome.

His chaste Venus is prudence,

His Aeneas Pius is the father of Rome.

Jesus, hear also the wise Plato,

The idea-harmony of heaven

And the soul in the service of Eros

Praises eternally God as the primordial beauty!

Jesus, listen to the wisdom of Diotima,

Socrates received wisdom from her:

Let your path in life be nothing but love!

Let your goal in life be nothing but beauty!

Jesus, listen also to the wise Plotinus:

I love the world soul with my soul,

The world soul my great love,

The world soul, the beloved of God!

Jesus, all the goddesses of Hellas

Praise Our Lady Mary,

As Minerva wise, great as Juno,

O so sweet and O so gentle as Venus!

Mother Eve hersewlf entirely to the Saviour

Consecrates with all her goods, to Jesus.

Lord, to you I consecrate my little garden

And my dwelling too with all its chaos,

I consecrate to you my bedchamber, my lair,

Consecrate to you my laundry and the children's,

Consecrate to you the bread and all the food,

Consecrate to thee green tea and juice of apples,

Consecrate to you all the lamps, my heating,

Television, stereo,

Telephone and all that is electric,

Consecrate to you my car and bicycle,

Consecrate to you the bicycles of my children,

Consecrate school and kindergarten to you,

Consecrate to you the colourful shop,

Jesus, consecrate to you the chocolate,

Consecrate to you the pasta and potatoes,

Consecrate the fruit and vegetables to you,

Jesus, consecrate to you my workplace,

Consecrate to you the state and the government,

Consecrate insurance and pensions to you,

Consecrate to you my savings account, my interest,

Consecrate to you the children's pocket money

And the coins from the pharmacy,

Consecrate to you the medicine, the ointments,

The perfumes and the bathtub

And the shower where I shower naked,

Where I step naked out of the shower,

Jesus, consecrate my whole body to you,

Consecrate to you my throat, my knot,

My uterus and my breasts,

Heart and kidneys, all my bowels.

Jesus, kiss my forehead with blessing,

Kiss my eyelids with blessing,

Jesus, kiss my cheeks with blessing,

Kiss me with your sweet mouth's kisses!

Mother Eve smiles sweetly in melancholy

And she sighs before the Beloved Jesus:

Ah, the world, the streets full of cars,

Television and war news,

The computers and nuclear missiles,

I'd like to leave this world

And in ancient Greece

Live on the island of love, Cyprus.

I strummed my lyre with seven strings

For beautiful women and learned men,

Singing odes to the apple blossom,

Singing odes to chaste Kypris.

Yes, I prayed to the goddess of love

And sighing confessed to my goddess

All my unsatisfied desire

And the woeful longing of my soul!

And the goddess of love emerged naked

Out of the bath, naked the goddess stepped

On the beach, her shells rustled,

Pigeons were jerking, shells' mouths were glistening,

Softly whispering, the goddess of love spoke,

O my well-beloved Eve,

Whom thou longest for, thou of languishing desire,

Whose love shall satisfy your desire?

My messenger of love I will send,

That she in the heart of the dear soul

Lust ignite, ardent desire,

Hot love ignite in the heart!

Then this human child's soul

Will no longer flee from your hot wooing,

You'll give gifts to woo

And you yourself will be gifted with sweet smiles,

Yes, with more than sweet smiles!

This human being, your desire,

Will embrace you and hold you close,

Whispering hot love in your ear!

Jesus speaks to the well-beloved soul,

Oh, your heart is filled to the brim with desire,

Thoughts of your own, wild desires,

Wild desires, languishing desires!

Let my love in, O soul,

Let my heart dwell in thy heart,

Let my heart bleed in your heart,

Let my heart weep in your heart!

So touch my love‘s wound,

Soul, kiss my love‘s wound,

Feel my boundless longing

For the salvation of the well-beloved soul!

But Mother Eve sighs to Jesus,

Oh, I wanted to live in paradise

Of the bliss of the soul,

No longer in the vale of tears!

Then Our Lady Mary said,

Dear child, you must stay on earth,

Guide the well-beloved soul,

Whom thou lovest so dearly, to the love of Jesus!

Mother Eve spoke to the Mother of God,

Mother, hear my call, hear my cry,

Sorrowful am I, weeping hot tears,

Mild, kind and sweet Mother!

Jesus spoke to the well-beloved soul,

Walk in the way I have shown you,

My way, I am the Wisdom of God,

I am the resurrection and the life!

My love leads you to heaven,

Eternal bliss of the soul,

To the longed-for unity in the heart

With eternally beautiful love!

Resurrection I sing of the flesh,

Not only immortality of the soul,

Resurrection of body and soul

And to be deified in the Godhead!

God heard prayers from the earth:

God, I so love the body of Eve,

God, deify the body of Eve

To the heavenly body of Paradise!

Midnight visions reached me:

At the top of the white stairway to heaven

Eve appeared to me as a goddess,

God transfigured her into a goddess!

Heavenly music sounded sweetly,

Streams of grace poured over Eve,

Eve's face beautiful as a goddess's face,

Inexpressible this beauty!

Inexpressible God's beautiful grace,

Exceedingly overflowing Eve!

She appeared as a flame of fire,

As the Fair Love's fire-serpent!

She resembled a black female panther,

Lying down on Mount Zion.

She resembled a leaping gazelle,

Brown and slender, her flanks trembling!

Fire she is from the fire of God,

Flame from the fair love of God,

Beauty she is from the beauty of God,

Delight of love from the love of God!

Delight of all delights, God's beauty,

Delight of delights, God's love!

True lust seeks deep eternities,

Lust desires the eternity of the Godhead!

Goddess Eve lay in the throne of heaven,

Exceeding the goddess' heavenly beauty!

Yes, I invite you into my lap,

Whispering sweetness to the seer!

Goddess Eve sang this word to the seer,

What face dost thou behold in mine?

Look, my bridegroom and true husband

Is the deity with the name: I am!

Come, Saint Evi, Evelin of Liège!

Lead me to the marriage feast of the Lamb!

Communions are unions,

O master of communions!

Yes, Saint Evi spoke to her poet,

Dear poet, you are one and double!

Your soul is the poet's soul,

Thy soul is the Muse's soul!

So the God-man is also one and double:

For he is the divine Sophia

Completely united with the man Jesus,

Marriage is in the person of the Master.

So now come the poet's soul

To the throne of the divine Sophia

And unite at the wedding feast

With his divine beloved!

Likewise, let the soul of the Muse

To the table of the bridegroom Messiah,

Let the soul of the Muse

Be with her bridegroom Jesus!

So celebrate the double wedding!

You, my poet, marry Sophia,

And in you the soul of your Muse

Unites in the marriage with God Jesus!

But at the offering of the gifts,

Pious poet, sacrifice your love,

Consecrate the flesh and blood of the beloved

To God the Eternal on the altar!

Consecrate the flesh and blood of the beloved

To the Eternal on the altar,

God gives you in the sacrament

Flesh and blood of your girlfriend Wisdom!

PART V

CHAPTER I

I am the Elohist and praise Elohim, the Godhead! For Elohim in the beginning, in Wisdom, created heaven and earth, spirit and matter, the invisible and the visible, angels and cosmos. In the beginning the earth was a hullabaloo, a chaos of primordial flood, a primordial matter, a primordial chaos, a primordial sea, a Mother Tiamat. But the creative love of the Godhead, the dove of peace and love, hovered over the primordial sea, which was called Mary. Love incubated the primordial chaos and brought forth the order of the cosmos through amorisation of the primordial matter. Elohim spoke: Jehi Or! Fiat Lux! Let there be light! And there was light! And God separated the light and the darkness. Light and darkness are separated, and there is no darkness in the light, except among obscurants. Not is evil mixed with good, and not is evil a part of good, but good and evil are separated, light and darkness separated by Elohim. Thus became the first day. And Elohim said, Let there be a firmament between the waters, and let the waters be parted, and let the firmament appear. Here the light of the first day begins to develop further into an order of the cosmos, for the chaotic abyss of the primordial sea is separated and the solid appears. A firm foundation is laid, an order is given to the chaotic hustle and bustle of the masses. Land is in sight! A solid ground appears beneath our feet. We are no longer surrounded immoderately by the upper and lower waters, but there is a solid sky holding back the upper seas. A heaven has appeared. The eternally pouring rain has disappeared. Perhaps clouds still hover in the sky, but the blanket of heaven tears open and a light appears, the light pierces the darkness. This has brought the dove of Fair Love, the dove of Elohim has hatched the light, has brought the solid land! The waters of the flood have departed, the white dove of the Ark found the olive leaf on the summit of Ararat! Hope triumphs over the mass of darkness and chaos, light and solid order gain space. The light is created and the sky. In the sky is light, the sky is our firm foundation, the sky is our hope, the light of the sky gives the beautiful glow of order to the drifting chaos world! And Elohim commands the storm and the sea, Gather thyself, sea, into an ocean and release the earth! Thy surf shall not overflow the earth! Dikes will I build at the edge of the earth, and command the seaquakes! Earth, earth, thou green one, appear in light! Earth, you space of hope, Earth, you joyful green, Earth, you blue flower in the ocean of the cosmos, Earth, you blue planet among other divine planets, Earth, you unique divine planet, where the living vegetation lives! Hallelujah, Elohim created creation in spring! A garden appears the earth with the most blooming flowers, lotuses and lilies, roses and tulips, carnations, orchids, daffodils, crocus and forget-me-nots! Earth, you strong mother with your vigorous trees! O pure plum tree with your sweet plums! O you fig tree with your delicious figs! O you date palm with your delicious dates! O you apple tree with your resplendent apples! O you pomegranate tree, with your glowing shells! O you peach tree, with your rosy peaches! O you orange tree with your juicy oranges! O thou mongrel tree, with thy cute fruits! O thou bergamot orange tree, with thy golden fruits! O you lime tree with your tart fruits! O you lemon tree with your sunny fruits! O you mango tree with your plump mango fruits! Honeydew melons! Watermelons! All fruits full of sticky seeds, full of fertility, pregnant with procreative power! Elan vital! Vitality of living spring nature! Pleasaure of springtime in all green! Green power in mother nature! A garden of delight! Lust in the garden of life! The lust of life! Delight and lust! Fertility, fullness of procreation, pregnancy! O holy life from God! Elohim is fruitful! Elohim saw the green mother earth in her lentic garden and saw that she was beautiful! And Elohim scattered into space the radiant Sol, the god of poets and seers, and the chaste Luna with her evil mood and her merry mood and her foolish crickets, and Mars with his adultery and his fights, and Mercury with his mercury and his philosophy and his healing art, and Jupiter, the jovial host Xenius, and super-hot Venus with her burning love, and Saturn with his philosophic melancholy, and Elohim created the fixed stars and the Milky Way and the Andromeda Nebula and the Horsehead Nebula and the Carina Nebula and the other spiral vortices and galaxies and nebulae, and God created the third heaven, the heaven of all heavens, and God created the universe, I don't know if it expands or contracts, if it dies of heat or dies of cold, if it is infinite or finite, I don't know if the universe is the infinite garment of the infinite God or how many grains of sand fit into the universe, I don't know if there are other universes besides this one, I don't know, whether the universe is infinite in three dimensions and finite in four, I do not know how many dimensions exist, I have not yet stood on the Moon, I have not yet examined Mars for water, I saw the Carina Nebula and its vineyards, I saw the Eveline Constellation above everything, I came to the boundary of the universe and pushed open the door to God! And I saw the next day the whales playing with the ships in the bays of the eastern sea, and I saw the singing swans singing of the immortality of the soul, and the mourning swans wishing to go home to God, and I saw the cockatiels playing in the bedrooms of young girls, and I saw the magpies announcing guests to the ladies, and I saw the rutting turtle doves in spring in the crowns of the chestnuts making love, they beat their wings, they spread their wings, they cooed and cooed and jerked and tasted with their beaks, they nodded, until they were fertile with brooding love, the brood lay in their nest, and opened their beaks and cried to God, the Great Dove Iahu! And Elohim commanded the beasts of the field to leap and skip! Elohim commanded the fawns of the doe to be merry! Elohim commanded the unicorn to seek the virgin's lap! Elohim commanded the mare to shake her curly mane! Elohim commanded the stallion to foam his stallion's mouth at quivering flanks! Elohim commanded the holy cow to rock her full udder with kind eyes! Elohim commanded the black female panther to rest on the hot mountains of Lebanon! Elohim commanded the mother lion to raise her wild lion cubs! Elohim commanded the donkeys to stand stiffly! Elohim commanded the bull to mount the cow from behind! But that's when Elohim made a leap in evolution! It did not pass seamlessly from the history of the cosmos and creatures to man, but God consulted with God in the Spirit of Wisdom and said, I am Elohim and whisper to my divine Sophia in her conch shell ear, Come, beloved and companion of my throne, We will make man in Our image! The man shall be in the image of the Father Elohim in glory and might and majesty and power, the woman shall be in the image of the divine Sophia in wisdom, insight, knowledge and divine reason, and between them the crackling eroticism shall be the image of divine love, that living flame of love which is God, that living flame of love which unites Elohim with his beloved Sophia in the eternal glow of divine eroticism! Elohim begat in the womb of the divine Sophia the breath of love, and the breath of love formed in the mystery of the Divinities the first human couple, man and woman in union, image of the Triune Godhead! The man an image of God the Lord, the woman an image of God the Lady Wisdom, the love between them an image of the Eros of God! And God said, Man and woman, be fruitful and beget and bear children and lovingly manage the earth and eat vegetarian food! The herbs and the milk and the cheese and the soya and the lettuce and the vegetables and the nightshade plants and the bread and the potatoes I give you for food! Adam, enjoy what Eve prepares for you to eat, and love yourselves as I love you! And Elohim saw that the creation of man and woman was very good! Then God rested on Sunday and thought, I am, sum, I am the Being, from my absolute and eternal Being all finite Being has existence and to my eternal Being all finite Being has its homecoming! I am the life in all life, I am the love in all love, I am the divine beauty in all beauty of creation! But now I will rest. And Elohim in his divine drunkenness sank into his divine sleep.

CHAPTER II

In the beginning, God Yahweh created man, that is, humanity, Adam, from Adama, the Mother Earth, and for the body Yahweh took dust from the Mother Earth, Yahweh breathed the Spirit of Life, the Breath, which made man Adam a living creature, an image of God. But God created the man Adam as a male and a female being, as a man, that is, as Ish, and as a woman, that is, as Isha. For Isch was alone and lived solitary in nature. He looked at the cherry blossom and saw in the cherry blossom the face of a beautiful woman made of ether who smiled at him. He looked at a fox walking by his side and thought that this fox needs the cat, the black velvety cat that the purple fox is so hungry for. Ish saw the deer grazing on the lily meadow and thought of this tender feminine grace, of a feminine tender woman, who is full of grace and sweetness, then Ish heard the stag roaring from the forest, and the stag roared for the hind, Ish roared for a lover. And Ish lay under a tree of life and compared himself to a tree of life, from the light blue sky he saw the serene beautiful face of a beloved smiling, and he felt lonely, like the left side of the tree of life. An ache and a longing for the other half of the cosmos flowed through his veins. And Ish lay in the green garden on the meadow and saw the honeybee visiting the calyx of the crocus flower, and Ish recognised himself in the honeybee with the sucking sting and longed for the chaste calyx of the beloved in her white flower dress, to lick the sweet seed of fertility in her nectar shoot. And Ish looked up into the sky-blue air and saw two white lemon butterflies merrily celebrating their wedding dances in the air. But oh, he was no butterfly, he had no wife to dance the wedding dance with him. And Ish went for a walk by the pond and saw the black swan and his black swaness gliding majestically over the pond, side by side, in faithful conjugal lovemaking, he saw how they intertwined their necks and beat their wings and cried rutting cries of lust in the waterbed, then the rut woke up in Ish and he felt the sorrow like a black swan. From grief and sorrow and loneliness Ish fell asleep in the garden under a blood beech. He lay under the red crown of the blood beech, and his heart bled with longing, and he sighed his soul with languishing, and he died the small death of sleep. If you are overwhelmed by grief, if you sink in a sea of sorrow, if you stand alone in the dark night, and without help you walk through the darkness, if the ground sinks beneath your feet, and all storms weigh upon your head, sleep, what more do you want, by the stringing of the stars, sleep, what more do you want? It was not a sleep of the calm soul, but a trance, a swoon, a little death. Ish was mad and lost in madness sunk into a swoon and a trance as of intoxicating ivy leaves. So he lay in his delirium under the blood beech and his heart bled to death. Then Yahweh came to Ish in his deepest derangement and cut his heart out of his chest with the sword of operation, he took the bloody lump of flesh from the left breast of the half-dead Ish and formed from the flesh and blood of the man's heart the other half of the universe, the sky for the thirsting earth, the hind for the roaring deer, the female butterfly for the male butterfly, the crocus flower for the honeybee, the black swaness for the black swan with the blood-red tear under her eye, he created the right side of the tree of life. Yahweh took from Ish the unconscious of his soul, he took the whole femininity of the unconscious psyche and created from it the flesh and blood of the heart as a woman, as an angel of soul in the body of an Aphrodite. This was not only flesh from the flesh of his twitching heart, not only blood from the blood of his bleeding heart, this was soul from his soul, she was the female anima to his male self, but he was the male animus to her female self. He was the body from which her body was created, she was the dream of his flesh, but she was the soul of his soul, she was the breath of his longing. He was the man taken from Mother Earth, she was the woman, breathed and formed by Yahweh. They were made for each other. They came forth apart. They were descended from One Original Man Adam. They were descended from Mother Earth and descended from the breath of the mouth of Yahweh God. Yahweh created them for each other. Yahweh had opened his great hand in which the seed drops of both their immortal souls lay united and fused in his hand. Yahweh had created them for each other, as he had assigned the Logos to Sophia, as he had assigned the right side of the Tree of Life to the left side of the Tree of Life, Yahweh had created Ish and Isha for each other, as the love of God united with the wrath of God to the mercy of God, Yahweh had created Ish in the image of the divine Spirit and created Isha in the image of the divine Nature. Just as heaven and earth celebrate a wedding in the spring of creation, and heaven lays itself in the bosom of the blossoming earth in a fervent embrace of love and begets chaste flowers, so were Ish and Isha created for each other. Yahweh, like an almighty Father and a loving Mother, had formed Ish and Isha, that in their unique mystical union of love they might picture the total perfection of Yahweh. And so Isha came to meet the awakening Ish. What was he shouting? Did he cry out in fright, No, it is not her? She is not the woman of my dreams? Did he shout this at the real Isha? No, but rather, as the first love poet, he began to compose a jubilant hymn about the beauty of the woman, It is you! You are the dream of my soul, the knowledge of my blood, the incarnation of the desire of my flesh, the mirror of divine beauty and love! You are my help, for you are sent by Yahweh, my help! Yahweh is my help and Isha is my help! You are not my mistress, who wants to dominate me! You are not my slave, by whom I want to be served! We walk side by side, holding hands and walking in the presence of God! You walk on the right side of God and I walk on the left side of God, and then God puts our hands together and says, Love one another! Be fruitful! Populate the Garden of Eden with laughing children! Yes, beloved Isha, you sit opposite me in the Garden of Eden, I sit opposite you in the Garden of Eden, and between us lies Yahweh, the head on your lap, Isha, the feet as on a footstool on my thighs. You caress the holy Yahweh and draw ever closer to me! Yahweh is the love that unites us, Isha and Ish are one and united, and within our erotic union of love is Yahweh as love! When my semen mingles with your love-dew in the grotto of your womb, within the merging is Yahweh's love-glow that becomes fruitful! God the Creator is within our act of love union! Therefore, we are not ashamed when we lie naked together in the green bed of Paradise! For Yahweh is in the midst of the union of your nakedness and mine! Yes, when the sacrament of procreation unites with the sacrament of fertility, Yahweh is the divine power of the fiery flame of love in the sacrament of the union of love! I cannot comprehend that we are allowed to be completely naked before Yahweh! And because I am allowed to be completely naked before Yahweh and you are allowed to be completely naked before Yahweh and Yahweh blesses your nakedness in the embrace and mating of my nakedness, therefore we are allowed to be naked and rejoice in our nakedness! Yes, I naked, you naked, we united naked in paradise! That is how God has willed us! In the nakedness of our bodies, in the embrace of our souls, in the fusion of our genitals, we are the image of God's naked love! But Eve dreamed a dream: she saw the tree of knowledge, from the foliage a beautiful iridescent snake coiled down, from the tree an overripe sweet fig fell and opened, the snake crawled into the fig, Eve kissed the head of the long snake and took the tail of the snake into her mouth. Then Eve thought in her dream: In the bottom of my soul I am all-powerful and all-knowing! Then Adam came to Eve in a dream and fed the fig and sucked the sweet juice from the fig, he took the serpent in his hand and shook it and said, I am the Lord! Then Eve awoke from her dream and was drenched in sweat. Before the sinful dream, Eve prepared the best lunch in the Garden of Eden, she cooked peas and carrots, boiled potatoes, made sauce from tomatoes and fried soya. From iceberg lettuce and pumpkin seeds and walnut oil she prepared the most delicious salad, she made salad from tomatoes and cheese. To drink, there was the juice of the apples, mellowed with fresh rock spring water. For supper Eve prepared the home-baked dark bread with sesame seeds or sunflower seeds, she served butter from the sacred cow, she served cheese from the milk of sheep and goats and cows, all without rennet, she made the most delicious pastes from tomatoes and peppers, she served olives and cream from almond oil or from hazelnuts or peanuts, Eve drank the healthiest herbal tea with supper and Adam was grateful for a cup of red wine. But now, in the state of sin, Adam took a poor cock and slaughtered it and plucked out its wings and roasted it on the fire, tearing it with

his teeth, the animal fat dripping along his mouth. Adam slaughtered pigs and made roasts out of them, he ate nothing but animals. Yes, because he was now carnally minded, he ate only meat. Sometimes he even developed an appetite for human flesh and desired to eat Eve! Eve was frightened to death every time Adam said, To satisfy my hunger, I want to eat you, beloved wife! Adam thought he was giving Eve the greatest pleasure by promising her that he would tear his heart from his bosom and feed it to her raw! But Eve, in the state of sin, was filled with fear, with many fears, she was afraid to grow old, she was afraid to die, she seemed to attract every disease, real and imagined, she was terrified of death and forbade Adam to mention death even once. The cat hissed angrily at Adam and the female duck lay dead on the path! Adam found great pleasure in torturing the little frogs in the pond and tearing out their thighs, roasting them and eating them, that was the highest pleasure, he said, only a god in paradise eats like that! Eve and Adam no longer understood each other without words, as usual, they spoke, but neither understood the other's language. Misunderstandings led to injuries, injuries to the desire for revenge, revenge to new wounds. Reconciliation followed again and again, but at the next misunderstanding all the previous wounds were reproached to the partner, and there was a litany of mutual accusations. It was always the other person's fault! Eve could not feel loved by this Adam, but she also despised herself! And the more she despised herself, the stronger became the desire to love herself, and above all to love herself. She made a whole philosophy of self-love out of this agony of self-contempt. Adam, however, did not love the philosophy of self-love; he, on the contrary, developed a philosophy of lust. He thought God was a god of desire, and he, Adam, was equal to God when he desired Eve. He did not give himself selflessly, but evoked Eve's body in his mind and satisfied his desire with his own flesh. This he did secretly in the bush when God addressed him, Adam, where are you? Adam hid in the bush where he had followed the philosophy of Diogenes, for he was ashamed before God. Adam, where art thou, cried the Lord. Adam said, I must hide from thee in the bush, for I stand here naked just now. How knowest thou that thou art naked, said God, hast thou plucked the forbidden fig? Adam said. Eve gave me the fig! Then the Lord called to Eve, Eve, where are you? Eve said, I cannot hear thee, Lord, what wilt thou say to me? The Lord said, Eve, open thine ear, Effata! Eve began to hear the Lord. Eve, where art thou? Eve said, I have hid myself from thee, O Lord, for I am ashamed before thee! Why are you ashamed, said the Lord, have you listened to the whisper of the serpent with your shell ear? Yea, said Eve, the serpent thrust himself into my mouth, and poured his words into my mouth. Then said the Lord unto the serpent, Serpent, serpent, upon thy belly shalt thou grovel in the dust. Eve, Eve, thou shalt long for thy husband, but he shall be to thee as a hard master, but when thou shalt give birth, thou shalt bleed and suffer severe pain. But you, Adam, shall toil on earth until you are utterly exhausted! But the Garden of Eden will be overgrown with nettles and barren thorns! Then Eve made herself a loincloth of finely chiselled fig leaf. She looked sweet, the naked Eve, wearing nothing but this fine green fig leaf! Oh, who could own this fig leaf of blessed Eve as a relic! He would kiss it often and dream of the love of Saint Eve in the Garden of Eden in Paradise!

CHAPTER III

God said to Adam and Eve, But I promise you salvation! I put enmity between the serpent and the woman! The semen of the woman shall bruise the serpent's head, and the serpent shall bruise his heel! The neuter autos in the Septuagint is referred to the male spermos, the auspicious semen! The semen will crush the serpent's head! In the Vulgate, which is considered inspired after the Council of Trent, it is the woman, she will crush the serpent's head! There is a picture where the Madonna with her naked boy, who counts twelve years, together crushes the head of the snake! Madonna and her son put their feet on each other and together they crush the head of the snake! Madonna bends over and her breasts can be seen in the neckline of her dress. That is why the chaste nuns did not like this picture. But the poets love this image. As surely as the Madonna does not crush the head of the serpent alone, so surely the sperm does not crush the head of the serpent without the woman! For it is precisely the woman's task, determined by the deity Panspermia, to crush the serpent's head! Just think here of the Jewish woman who adorned herself with lovely little dresses and tinkling jewellery and beguiling make-up to charm the drunken enemy. He had drunk more than he had ever drunk in his life, and the woman, the Bible calls her the all-blessed among all women, knocks the skull off the enemy's head! This is the task of the woman according to the plan of salvation of the promising seed begotten by God, the deity Panspermia, the almighty potency. For this seed is the New Adam who comes as the Son of David as the Messiah King to destroy the works of the devil! Yes, come, Son of David, destroy the works of the powers of darkness and all occult demons! Come, Woman of Promise, New Eve, come, Woman of the Apocalypse and destroy the old serpent, the fiery dragon called Satan and Diabolo! Who then is the New Eve, the Woman of the Apocalypse? Behold, there is a vision of the Apocalyptic Woman! The New Eve called herself Morenita, the Black! Behold the face of Morenita! Her long, straight black hair is like a herd of black goats rolling down from Mount Gilead. Her fine eyebrows are like the fine scales of Maat, the Goddess of Truth. Her eyes are gentle like the eyes of turtledoves. A man is looked upon with love in her eyes. Yes, she photographs the beloved and keeps him as an idea in her mind to have him with her at all times and to be able to love him. Her nose is the nose of the eagle looking into the sun. Her mouth is more mysterious than the smiling mouth of the Mona Lisa. Around her neck she wears a silver chain with a green cross and sparkling stars. She stands as the flawless one on the moon, the moon is round and perfect, around the flawless full moon circles a circular rainbow, Miss Iris, as a sign of hope and inner peace. Morenita is the star of hope and the queen of peace of mind! She especially loves green dresses, because nature is her dress. Otherwise she also wears nothing but the light of the sun. But our dear Eve stood before a mirror and looked into the mirror and drew from the mirror an inner vision of Morenita, the black nymph of God, Mora she called that inner nymph who stood within our dear Eve before the unstained mirror of her immaculate beauty. Mora had long, straight black silk hair, black as varnish. She wore a light white robe of allure, just so lightly thrown around her brown body that she appeared incredibly lovely and erotic. This inner Mora of our dear Eve, however, received the inner Jesus as her bridegroom in the bridal chamber and united with the inner Jesus in erotic mysticism. Morenita, however, stood on the mountain of the Great Mother and looked at a poor peasant. The wild pagans dragged the poor peasant onto their idol pyramid, gave him intoxicating cocoa to drink and cut his heart out of his chest alive with their bush knives to sacrifice it to their stone idol. The peasant offered up his bloody martyrdom to Morenita for the conversion of our dear Eve, and obtained inner peace from Morenita by rapturing him to heaven and showing him the marriage with Morenita and the garden of paradise, where the redeemed Eve unites with Jesus in heavenly marriage. Then a man said to an old man, Oh, I think like Plato: the body is the prison of the soul! I know that this is not Christian thinking, but I still think like this: the body is the prison of the soul! The soul only becomes free when it breaks out of the dungeon of the body! The old man said, The Bible has no word for soul. When the Bible speaks of man, it speaks of the flesh, which means the unity of body and soul. When the soul leaves the body, man is dead. The man said to the old man, But the Council of Trent confirmed the doctrine of the immortality of the soul. But I know that man is a unity of body and soul. Man is not the soul that happens to wear a garment of the body, man is the unity of body and soul. This is how the angelic Thomas teaches it. But Solomon also writes in the Book of Wisdom, The corruptible body drags down and weighs down the much-superior spirit. The body I do not love is the mortal body. One decays while still alive. This body, with its hunger and thirst and sexual appetite, is repugnant to me. But I still love the body, but a different one. For I am enthusiastic about the resurrection of the dead, about the resurrection of the flesh! I believe in the immortality of the soul, but not that the soul alone is immortalised and flutters as a kind of ghost in Elysium, but that it is given a body, a body of light, a spiritual body. I especially love this pneumatic body because I especially love that my beloved will also have a body in eternity, because I love the splendour of her body in which she expresses and represents the beauty of her Marian soul. The old man said to the man, The resurrection of the flesh means to me that man in heaven is not a mere soul floating away with all souls in an anonymous choir of spirits, but that man lives in heaven in his unique personality, with all his peculiarities and characteristics. I hope to find in heaven the people dear to me in person. Yes, exclaimed the man enthusiastically, I also hope to find the beloved in paradise, may she be very close to me! Without the woman whom I love with greater love than is appropriate for a creature, the beloved whom I love like a second incarnation of God, shall be with me in Paradise with her immortal soul in a transfigured body of splendour and love me with the love of God as I already love her here with the love of God! The old man smiled. Yes, Christians groan for salvation from the body of death and groan until the glory of the sons and daughters of God is complete and manifest in all glory! Yes, said the man, I would like to depart quickly and be in God, but I must still remain on earth and go many ways of the cross and sacrifice many sufferings, so that my beloved may be with me in Paradise, in the heavenly Garden of Eden! Yes, so it shall be, said the old man and pressed the man's hand. Peace be with you, said the old man. And with your spirit, said the man and left. But you poet, how do you come to speak of paradise? You are a sinner and a sick soul, what do you know of the original state of man? Yes, said the poet, I would not speak of paradise if I knew nothing but machines and street lamps. But I know the beloved, May and her little garden of paradise. I know how Eve was beautiful in paradise! I know how the sun caressed the earth! I know how the animals lived in harmony, for all animals are blessed when my beloved caresses them! I know how the flowers spoke the language of love, for in my beloved's little garden of paradise the flowers still speak the language of love every May! The roses glow with blush when the breeze caresses them. The daffodils still look so blissfully at their reflection in the damp drops that shimmer in the grass. The forget-me-nots are still so faithful and look out of such loyal sky-blue eyes of their fine girlish soul, gentle and tender. The poppies are still so intoxicated with love. The iris still secretly cultivates her minne! I know the thyme throws strong to the strawberry bush, and the mallow is still so faithful to the Messiah. I know what a world is like that is filled with divine love down to the marriage of atoms! I know what creation is like, which is goddessified by divine Eros! I know how man and woman are a reflection of God when they mix their scents in spiritual eroticism with the scent of the Garden of Eden! Worldly people say, The South Sea Islands are no longer a paradise, because the atomic bomb has already exploded there! But mystics carry paradise in their hearts! Yes, and when a mystic and his mystical girlfriend celebrate their mystical nuptials in the month of the marriage of heaven and earth, then paradise has come down from heaven and is settling on a blessed earth!

CHAPTER IV

Eve is alone in the Garden of Eden. Adam has not yet been created. Eve thinks of her loneliness and talks to herself, Mother Earth, I human being descend from Mother Earth. Who are you, Mother Earth with the broad breasts? Where did you come from? Did you come from chaos? Have you broken away from the sun? Are you a dead thing of matter or are you a living being? Am I not called, I, your daughter, to nurture and preserve you? I must not dominate you, I must not exploit you, I must not wound you. I will honour and love you as one should honour and love a mother. How sluggish you are, you ancient mother earth with the broad breasts! How your gait drags through the millions of years! What a spirit of heaviness draws everything to your breast! Behold, I saw the apple fall from the tree of knowledge, it fell to the earth. Then I asked myself, Why does the apple fall to earth, why does it not fly to heaven? Then I realised that there must be a gravitational force in the bosom of Mother Earth that draws everything to itself like a great magnet. But when I look at Venus in the morning and in the evening, when I look at chaste Luna at night, when I look at radiant Sol during the day, when I see Jupiter appear in Saturn, O Mother Earth, are you one of the divine planets? Do you also circle through the cosmos on the same elliptical orbits as the other divine planets? And if I want to fathom you, O Mother Earth, may I ask about your laws? Are your laws logical, recognisable, calculable? O I want to pluck the fruit from the tree of knowledge and know everything, like God! Behold, I found the gold in the ore of the rock. Why is there gold? Is it to be an ornament on the bosom of a woman? Is it to be a ring on the finger of a wife? Or shall it awaken man's thirst for blood and power and turn the earth into a field of dead corpses? Gold, what are you? Are you the most beautiful and purest of all metals or are you the root of all evil? But how beautiful are you other stones, especially ye crystals and ye amethysts! Yes, I know, wine is tempting, and another man will be given to me by God as a companion, he will drink wine, but he will become addicted to the intoxicating blood of grapes. Then I will give him you as a gift, you violet amethyst, for Lady Wisdom teaches me that the violet amethyst heals from drunkenness. Why are you silent, Mother Earth? Am I not the substance of your substance? Are you not the Mater, the Materia, my Mother? Why are you silent, black mother earth with the broad breasts? Why are you silent, gold, and you, amethyst, why are you silent? Am I not a precious stone like you? Am I not made up of minerals? Silent substance, I am of your kind, yet you do not share my thoughts! Ah, you cannot be spoken to, you dead matter, you material thing! But you, stars, can I call you? Do you answer? Do you know my life, my soul, my destiny? Has your constellation any influence on the lower nature of my heart? Do you determine fate or do I have free will? Do I decide for myself and forge my own fortune or is fortune and misfortune predetermined for me by the position of the stars? Venus, how hot you are! You glow so hotly under your red veil! Hot Venus, do not inflame me with your heat! How melancholy you are, Saturn! Oh, do not drag me down with the lead of your melancholy! Chaste Luna, you regulate the tide and the ebb of the sea! Do you also regulate the monthly bleeding of my womb? Luna, are you the queen of my menstruation? Cheerful Sun, when you laugh, it seems to me, God's philanthropy laughs cheerfully in my face! Sun, are you a god or the reflection of a god? Sun, are you the angel of the earth? But ye circle your eternal orbits, unconcerned about my questions, my life, my soul, my destiny! You dance your planetary dances, as God ordered your choir, you sing the harmonies of the spheres, as God's Wisdom gave them to you, but unfortunately, unfortunately, you are completely indifferent to my fate! But when I see the constellation of the Scorpion, it seems to me, I don't know whether it is wisdom or a joker's joke, that the Fall of Man occurs in the Platonic Year of the Scorpion! But the Redeemer comes in the Platonic Year of the Fish! How I love you, flowers! What would my Garden of Eden be without you, my beloved flowers? First the queen, the rose! O white roses of all joys, you are all like my children, I want to bring you up, and even if I have to let you go, you will be given to me again next summer! O you red roses in your bloody passion-red! How passionate you are! You sacrifice your lifeblood to love! You love almost more than the bloody chalice of the red rose the sharp thorn! Drop after drop of blood you bear witness to love like martyrs! O golden roses, you shine like the sun! Your glories are like the radiance of a bright deity! Radiate and shine in your purity and resemble the stars, the golden roses in the glorious sky, since God is the gardener and grows thousands and tens of thousands of golden roses! How I love you, you violet iris with the sticky lap! Like tongues are thy purple petals and lick at the sticky seed-pistil! Who knows how much you love? No one suspects the dimensions of your secret love! How I love thee, thou orange poppy in thy glowing splendour, in thy glowing splendour! I will call you Poppie, because you glow with summer lust! How I love you, you white mallow! I see you, you are as white as Mary Magdalene's white bosom, you white mallow of Magdala! How I love you, you sky-blue flower carpet of sky-blue forget-me-nots! More faithful I know no mind than your heavenly eyes, full of gentle soul, humble, meek, chaste and remaining a little child at heart! How I love you, crocus, you messenger of spring in your three-coloured banner of lusciousness, you blue crocus, you white crocus, you red crocus, who celebrate free love with every butterfly that wants to dip its feeler into your calyx to suck the seed nectar with feeling lips! How I love you too, you vain narcissus! No, Narcissus you shall no longer be called by me! For God's love commanded you to love the whole spring! You are not vainly self-absorbed in the dewdrops dripping on the grass, but you love the annual resurrection of Mother Nature, therefore I call you golden daffodil! Ring in the feast of the resurrection of eternal life! How I love thee, peony bush! I will call you Golden Age! For in the Golden Age the divine Virgin still reigned and the peony still blossomed in the garden of the divine Virgin of Justice! I will praise you too, rose of the dawn, rose of the new age, rose of bloody Mary, rose of freedom! I love you, white apple blossoms, plum blossoms and pink peach blossoms, cherry blossoms! I love you especially, you white magnolia blossoms, arched like white breasts of a naked woman! Oh, when you fall into the grass and spread out in the garden like a white bed! How I would lie naked in the white bed of magnolia blossoms in the garden and make love! O you I love most of all, you divine green power of the Holy Spirit! I see you in the green grasses, in the meadows, in the leaves of the flowers and in the bushes and the tops of the trees! Glowing green of the vital green power of God, how highly erotic I feel you in this garden! I want to make love to you, you Eros in nature! I want to let myself be mated by the Eros of green nature! Oh, am I then a flower? Do I want to be loved as the sun loves the air? No, I want to be loved animalistically wild! The animal awakens in me, the animal's rut! O my much-loved animals, teach me love! You are not free, for God's love compels you, you must simply love! Show me what it is like to love when you are forced by God to have to love! Suddenly the divine Eros appears in my garden, a boy, four years old, with golden curls, with wings on his bare shoulders, and sets the animals on each other! The bull jumps on the cow from behind! The cat in heat meows in rutting heat! The turtle doves spread their wings and flap their wings in the branches as they make love! The cock jumps on the hen, grabs her by the neck and mounts her! The gander mounts the goose and works his way through! The butterflies dance wedding dances in the air! The insects copulate shamelessly in public on the rim of my cup! The bee stings the flower's womb! The doves are conjugally faithful, the ducks are conjugally faithful, and when the duck dies, the drake lives virginally as a mourning widow in monogamous widowhood, the singing swans are faithful until the great day when their immortal soul bathes again swan breast to swan breast in the baths of Elysium! Yes, animalistic wild lust, I know that, I am also as hot as my tomcat! But still my soul does not satisfy animal lust! My soul thirsts for other love, for higher love! Yes, my soul cries out for soul love! My soul? Who are you, my soul? Deep in my soul is a realm unknown to me, inaccessible to my consciousness, which rises fantastically only in childish dreams. Deep in my soul is a dark forest, a forest full of secrets, there I live with my inner brother. What is your name, my inner brother? Do you want to guide and protect me? Or do you want me to guide and protect you? But you are always inside me, in the sea of the unconscious soul realm, in the dark forest of my mystery, my inner brother gives me strength from within. But above that lives a whole spirit world of soul figures. Who am I and how many? Am I a female spirit being of nature in a long dress of light and transparent veil, with wings, dewy with dewdrops that glitter like diamonds? Am I a sorceress who understands the secret language of trees and birds and can make rain? Am I a seductress who, in naked lust, can drive any man mad with her erotic charms? Am I a child murderer or a loving mother? Does a humble servant of God live in me or even Divine Wisdom in feminine appearance itself? My motto, inscribed on the gate of the sanctuary of my soul, is: Know thyself! I recognise, when I feel IN my soul, in the power of my magical intuition, an inexhaustible wealth of my soul! Yes, the wealth of my deep soul, that is what makes up my value. It is not what I do or create that makes up my value, but the abysmal richness of my soul, what I am, that makes up my Self. But who or what rests at the bottom of my soul like a dormant divinity? It is Divine Wisdom that I sense in intuitive insight! I will keep you, guard you, nurture you, nourish you, bring you up, until you fill me completely, until I have become an incarnation of Divine Wisdom!

CHAPTER V

Adam is alone in the Garden of Eden. God has not yet given him Eve as the friend of his life, the love of his life. He is alone before God. Adam speaks to God alone, all his feeling, all his wanting, all his thinking he directs towards Yahweh. Whether other people hear him, understand him, accept him, is of no interest to him. God has made a covenant with Adam. God, the power above all powers, in divine wisdom and divine love, made a covenant with Adam and spoke, I choose you to be the partner of the Absolute! Adam speaks, God, I am amazed at my will. My will alone is the cause of all my desire. My will is not predetermined by the things of the world. My will is free. My will is free and freely chooses the object to which my will is directed. I can freely direct my will towards a lower good and freely direct my will towards a higher good. I can freely direct my will towards human love and freely direct my will towards divine love. The highest good for my will is bliss! But my immortal soul, which I received from the breath of your mouth, my immortal soul cannot be satisfied with temporal, earthly bliss. Earthly pleasure is not the highest good for me. My immortal soul is only to be satisfied with eternal bliss! Yes, eternity after eternity in unlimited pleasure alone can truly satisfy my immortal soul! I marvel at my thinking, God. You have given me reason so that I can think. But my thinking must think, my thinking cannot not think. The objects I think about determine my thinking. And my will, which directs the thinking towards certain objects, determines my thinking. My thinking is determined and not entirely free. But my will is free. Is not free will higher than thinking, than reason? My thinking wants to attain knowledge, my thinking wants to attain divine wisdom. But my will wants to love! I do not know why my will wants to love. Is it because my will is according to your will, God? Your will is not arbitrary, not the omnipotent arbitrary of a tyrant, but in your will is your love, your love determines your will. Your will is love, and it is eternal love. Shall I, then, place love above wisdom? Is love the ultimate, supreme trait of the Godhead? Is wisdom perfected in love? Love alone makes happy, love alone makes blissful, love alone makes eternally blissful! Love is God and love is the path to God. So I choose love as the highest good, because I expect eternal bliss from eternal love alone. I choose love as the way to God, love as the way to eternal bliss. Love alone deserves eternal bliss. But how do I learn love? And how do I experience divine love? O God, I love the whole of creation! O God, I want to embrace the whole of creation! It seems to me that the whole of creation is a woman! The idea of creation is a woman, and I want to embrace the whole of creation by embracing the idea of creation as a woman! Who is this woman and what is her name? Behold, God, I see, and what I see is a world tree extending throughout the universe. The roots of the cosmic tree are the primordial matter, the trunk of the cosmic tree is the visible matter, the branches of the cosmic tree are the physical bodies, the leaves of the cosmic tree are the living organisms, the blossoms of the cosmic tree are the human souls, I see them smiling from the blossoms of the cosmic tree, the fruits of the cosmic tree are the holy angels. Holy Archangel Michael, pray for us! Holy Archangel Gabriel, pray for us! Holy Archangel Raphael, pray for us! God, I feel my body. At first I thought I was only soul, my body is only a dungeon of my soul. But now there is a moment when I feel I am a body. I have the consciousness of a body. I am not only soul as substance, my body is not only body as accidence, but my soul expresses itself in the body, the body is the form of my soul. Right now I am so much body that my soul expresses itself entirely in the body. I told you that I love creation, the idea of creation as woman. Now it seems to me that this woman as the idea of creation is herself a body. But her body is a fantastic body. I have the illusion of her body only in the idea of my soul. Behold, God, I lie in the bed of the earth and the earth smells of the illusory body of the woman of creation. I press my face into the pillow of snow-white flowers and smell with my nose the fragrance of the fantastic woman. I burrow in my mind into the spirit of the body of the woman of creation. I think of the form of her fabric, I lie in the arms of her form, I bed myself in the lap of her form. It is only the form of her body that is present in my mind, the substance of the matter of her body is absent, present only as a fantastic idea. But there I see the feminine idea. The idea has become feminine. I see her feminine form enthroned before me in the throne of creation as a spirit woman, on her lap the animal creature licking her paw, I mean she licked the lap of the feminine idea. It seems to me that the feminine idea has a womb, a body with erotic sweetness, but the animal love of the creature pines for the womb of the feminine idea. I hear the idea as a woman before me speak of her body, of her womb. The uterus of the Idea is merciful and yet also full of all the creature's sufferings. I hear the feminine Idea speak of the mucus of its uterus, which has migrated into the other organs and causes suffering there. I hear the feminine idea speak of the violent bleeding of her monthly period. I see the well of her blood opened. Then the feminine idea speaks of a pregnancy, but not of a physical-real pregnancy, but of the spiritual pregnancy of her soul's womb, the labour pains of her soul, and how she is transformed into an oriental woman, a mask of wisdom, how she becomes word, becomes cipher, her name is Eve, the mother of life, the mother of all living things, the mother of all living beings, the creative mother. I encounter in the feminine idea, evoked by my body consciousness, the mother of all life, the creator, the source of life. Thus my lonely body-consciousness leads me to the maternal Deity of all life, who appears to me as Yahweh-Eve, the Mother of Life, the Source of Life, the Mother of the ten thousand beings, the Source of all being, the Origin of all life, the Primordial Ground of all being, that is God. So the loneliness of my body-consciousness led me to God, my friend. Behold, I consecrate myself to the Immaculate Womb of Woman! But a voice passes through my mind: Moisture rises from the earth and waters the earth. Pure spirits may speak chastely of the Eros of God, drunk with the water soaked in holiness. But God, weigh me not as an angel on thy scales, but I am clay of the soil, I am flesh! And do I not feel the Eros in nature? Do I not feel the sultry eroticism of green Mother Nature? Does not the morning mist steam in its sultry eroticism? Is not the Eros of nature and the Eros of man like a sultry, steaming, fertile jungle? O holy grove in your summer morning, how the dewdrops glisten on the bush! How delicious is the sticky seed in the calyx of the blossom! How ruthlessly the green mother nature comes towards me! How her naked breasts quiver with lust! How I lie nestled in Mother Nature's green bed! How I pour out my blissful tears of joy and pour all my love into her womb! How tempting is the woman, the green mother nature! How the scarlet rose mouth and the lascivious boa on the neck of the green Mother Nature entice me! Yes, I see, the green mother nature lures me into her Venus trap! I want to sleep with the green mother nature! I want to climb her palm tree and pick the date figs! I want to reach for her grape breasts! I want to love the wheat bundle of her womb, embroidered with lilies, with all my strength, all my mind, all my heart's blood, all my soul! Intoxicate me with your sultry eroticism, Mother Nature, and let me, intoxicated with your sultry eroticism, make blissful love in steaming lust in the drunken jungle of Paradise! Embrace me with the vines of your snakes! Suck me into your womb and let me sink in your fertility and rise in paradisiacal pleasure and eternal peace of mind, blissfully nestled at the bosom of Mother Nature, gazing into the blissfully smiling face of blessed Mother Nature! Now I want to work! Now I will cultivate the gifts of creation! Now I will create a culture of love! Let love be the language of the people! I will draw the furrows of my verses in the soil and row the lake with the strokes of my iambs. I will adorn the earth with beauty. I will transfigure man into his likeness to God and praise God with three thousand psalms and four thousand love songs! Well, God, for the inspiration of my work on the culture of love send me the help, the woman!

CHAPTER VI

Primal loneliness, now I am in your arms again! Primal loneliness, now I rest again in your bosom! Primal loneliness, now you are cooing motherly comfort to me again! Now I must think, O loneliness, now where no one disturbs me, where no one interrupts me with mindless chatter. What are you, my soul, what are you, my body, what are you together, soul and body? I am, after all, created from the soil of the earth, earth from the earth of Mother Earth Adama. Earth, my mother, you who carry me, from your matter comes my substance. Shall I honour my mother? Well, then, I honour the Mother Earth Adama! But Elohim blew breath of life into my nostrils! My soul is an immortal breath! Yes, what am I then? Dust from dust am I and a breath that blows away! Elohim blew the breath of life into my nostrils, and I rose from the dust and became a living being. What is the breath of life? My immortal soul? Is my soul a spirit person? Is my soul with its human reason an image of the divine reason? Is my soul with its faculty of speech a likeness of the divine Word? Is my soul with its faculty of knowledge an image of the divine wisdom? And whose image is my body? Is my soul alone an image of God or am I as a whole person with body and soul an image of God? Am I speaking Greek? Do I speak Greek about spirit and matter, soul and body, immortality of the soul and decrepitude of the body? How does the Greek speak of soul and body? Well, there I see two Greeks, one points his finger down to nature, the other points his finger up to the idea of heaven. One says, The plant also has a soul, the plant has the plant-soul, which as form shapes, develops the matter of the plant. The form is the principle of development, the unfolding principle of matter. The plant soul germinates and blossoms, but it does not move out of its garden bed. The animal has a soul. Does anyone doubt whether it is truth that the animal has a soul? The animal has a soul, but do not add the human soul to the animal. But calm down, the animal has a soul, an animal soul. This soul is the form of the matter of the animal, this form develops and unfolds the matter of the animal, the animal soul directs the matter of the animal through drives and instincts. But the animal soul is not free. It follows the law of nature and the command of the animal instinct. This instinct wants procreation and reproduction. This is animal love. The animal is not free, not to love with animal love. Mother Nature commanded the animal: You shall follow your animal instincts and drives unconditionally! But the human soul, it, the beautiful psyche, it is free. The beautiful psyche of man is the form of the bodily substance of man. In it is spirit, this spirit descends from the divine spirit. This spirit from the spirit of God in the innermost part of the human psyche alone is immortal and capable of heaven. The other Greek points to the idea and says, What is the beautiful psyche? It is the life of the body. If psyche is the life of the body, it is illogical to call the beautiful psyche not life but death at another time. But since psyche is life, it is immortal. If it is no longer the life of the body, the body is dead, but psyche remains the principle of life and is therefore immortal. But if someone comes and preaches about the immortality of the body? Then some philosophers say, What kind of spermologist is this? What a babbler he is! The others say, Well, we can't make up our minds to believe your teaching, but it is beginning to interest us, so come back another time and speak again of your teaching of the immortality of the body. So this is how the Greeks talk. But how does one speak Hebrew? Hebrew does not speak of spirit and matter, not of soul and body, but of body and life. Body is body of clay, taken from the soil, from Adama, the mother earth. Life is breath of life from the mouth of Elohim! And are body and life like man and woman? Is there a double primal principle in creation, the eternal feminine and the eternal masculine? And who of the thinkers has known the truth? For one says, Nature and body and substance and eroticism, that is the eternal feminine, that is Eve. Spirit and soul and breath and logos, that is the eternal male, that is Adam. The woman is close to the body, the man is close to the spirit. The woman loves eroticism, the man loves logic. But the other says, Man consists of body and life. The body is Adam, that is red earth, Adam is red earth from the dust or clay of the mother earth Adama. But Eve means life, Eve is the living one, the mother of all life. Eve is the breath of life from the mouth of Elohim! Adam is the body of man and Eve is the life of man. Who knows more? God's first commandment is: Man and woman, subdue the earth! Love one another and be fruitful and populate the earth and rule over the birds of the air, the beasts of the field and the fish of the sea! Yes, truly, man is called to dominion over creation. The Creator is the ruler of creation, but man is his representative in ruling over creation. Indeed, man is to rule, not only over sheep and goats and cattle, the domesticated animals, but also over the wild animals, the predators. Man's dominion extends to the birds of the air and to the creatures at the bottom of the seas! But man shall not rule over man! Nor shall a few men rule over creation, but all men, but no man shall be the object of another man's dominion. No human being may oppress and exploit another human being! And all the goods of creation are there for all people. Creation does not belong only to a small ruling group, but creation is there for all people. But how is man to dominate creation? He is to rule it according to the order of creation. He should heed the order of creation put into creation by God, he should listen to the language of creation, then he should administer and govern creation in responsibility before the Creator and give it what it needs. So he must listen to the language of creation. What does creation communicate to him? How does it communicate its needs to him? He should not forcefully and cruelly snatch its secrets from it in order to exploit creation for his own advantage! Rather, man should listen to the voice of the Creator, who communicates to man through the language of creation how he should preserve and care for creation. To do this, man must recognise the God-given order of creation. But if man thinks that creation is only a soulless material and that man, too, is only a random development of dead material, then man will not lovingly preserve creation but will exploit it until it is bled dry! So man heeds the order of creation, that God created mankind as male and female. God determines the nature of the male and the nature of the female. And God assigns the masculine to the feminine so that they may unite in love and their love may become fruitful. What is a man? It is not his bodily original material that is decisive, nor the customs of culture, but there is an essence of manhood according to the heart of God. What is love? Love is the union of man and woman with the inherent fruitfulness of love. Not, then, is love the unnatural love of a man for a man, of a woman for a woman. Not is love the union of man and woman with a radical denial of fertility. Personal love between human beings is required by God. But to subordinate creatures, such as animals, man is not to show the love that his fellow man alone deserves. A man should not love his cat as much as his wife. Nor should the woman love the cat more than she loves the man. Let the woman show the man the honour he needs, let the man show the woman the love she longs for. But to the animals show your benevolence. But you may feed on the flesh of animals. You may make clothes for yourself from the fur of animals. You may tame animals to help you with your work or to serve as toys for your wife. You may test medicine on animals to see if it brings health to humans. However, you must not torture animals and you must not kill them for no reason. Remember that God in his providence is also concerned about the welfare of animals. But what would you think of a man who loves animals but hates and kills people? And what would you think of a man who loves his cat but wants to murder his own sons? Think of a child, the most beautiful crown of God's creations, how the child speaks to you with the language of creation and asks you, Rule over creation, listen to its language and give it what it needs! If you comply with this, you have fulfilled the first commandment of God. If a woman puts the green leaves of the tea plant in a cup and pours hot water over them, she has fulfilled God's commandment. If a man takes his pen in his hand and pours out love poems on papyrus, he has fulfilled the commandment of God. Eve, will you find your beloved trees in heaven? Eve, will your brown cat rise in heaven? When I think of the body, beloved wife, I think of your body! My body is a burden to me, but, beloved, thy womb is all my delight. And I see, behold, what I see is your transfigured body! Your transfigured body is exalted, exalted above pain and sickness, withering and dying, your transfigured body is blissful and pleasurable and full of delight and in flourishing health and ever-young and immortal! Your transfigured body is fine, it glows like the sun, it sparks like sparks, it is mobile like the clouds, like the dandelion seeds, like the butterflies! Your fine body is like a breath of silk, like a transparent gauze veil, like a garment of the purest light, and your body twitches like lightning and dances like the sun and tumbles like the stars and glows like the central sun of the cosmos! And your transfigured body is completely filled with your soul, your transfigured body is like crystal, like glass, like a spotless mirror, in which the beauty of your soul, which is full of God, is revealed as in naked glory! In the naked glory of your transfigured body of splendour the clearly visible radiance of divine beauty is revealed to me! God's beauty is revealed in your radiant body! Around you is transfigured cosmos! Creation, which for so long pined for redemption, sighed for the revelation of the glory of the Daughter of God, creation is transfigured, transformed, immortalised, resurrected with your resurrection! You took the whole of creation with you to God! A transfigured cosmos reveals the glories of God around you! You see the ideas of animals and plants, you see the primeval plant in its beauty glorious in the spirit of God! Eve, do you ask me if there are chestnut trees and apple trees and peony bushes and red roses in heaven? I will ask the Messiah that on the Last Day! Come with me, beloved Eve, to ask the Messiah on the Last Day if he will give his beloved Eve a rose garden in Paradise!

CHAPTER VII

Adam was so dreadfully lonely! He was struck with terror from God! All his limbs quivered with horror, terror and fear, all his soul forces trembled! Adam threw himself under a cork oak - good that God created the cork - and lay there drunk with nameless misery! His soul was so full of a black sea of misery that his mind could not find words for his own pain! He cried out to God: The black tears are spurting from my eyes! My heart is covered all over with wounds and from a thousand wounds gushes the blood! Behold my soul, it is covered with blood! Then God put Adam's soul into a trance, into an ecstasy! It was a swoon, a deep sleep that tore Adam to the edge of non-being! Then God snatched Adam's soul up to heaven. Adam looked upon the face of the Messiah like an indescribable blinding light and saw in the mirror of the Messiah's face the wife of his soul! Adam stood with Eve before the face of the Messiah! The Messiah laid His hands on the head of Adam and the head of Eve and married them before all time in heaven! Their marriage was made in heaven! But when Adam was as dead in his swoon, God alone, without the help of a man, created the beautiful Eve. For God saw: It is not good for Adam to be alone. I will give him a girlfriend who is like him. Therefore God created Eve in the likeness of God, as he had created Adam in the likeness of God. And God placed Adam and Eve face to face. And Adam looked upon the face of the beautiful Eve and, filled with the Holy Spirit, recognised the face of God in the mirror of Eve's face. It is she! It is she and no other, Adam cried again and again, she is the love of my life, the soul of my soul! She is human nature from my human nature, she is personality from my personality, she is being from my being, she is like me, of equal dignity to me, created by God directly. God's hand is heavy on me, but on her rests the breath of God. I am Isch and you are Ischa! I am Yang and you are Yin! I am man and you are woman! I am A and you are B and together we are ABBA, we together form one name of God. I am J and you are H and together we are JAH, you and I united are one name of God! I am A and you are O and together we are the crown of creation! I am Wisdom and you are Insight and together we reflect the Crown of God! I reflect the God-Spirit and you reflect the God-Nature and united we reflect the One Godhead! I am a reflection of the Fatherly Transcendence of God and you are a reflection of the Motherly Immanence of God and together we reflect the Absolute! I reflect Abba and you reflect Imma and together we reflect the absolute infinity of being!

HYMEN HYMENAEUS HYMEN CARMEN

Eros of God from heaven,

Begotten of Caritas,

Come and give the woman to the man!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Bring Eva around the forehead

Radiant white mauve blossoms,

Kiss the foot in the sandal!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Sing your songs of joy!

Dance your joyful dances!

Lift high the hot torch!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Mater Caritas appeared

To the shepherd on high,

So to Adam Eve appears!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

She appears like a rose

At the heart of our God,

Full the cup of dewdrops!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Leave the Euphrat and leave the Pison,

Leave the Hiddekel, the Gihon,

Make haste to the Garden of Eden!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Call Eve into the garden,

That she may embrace Adam

As the oak trunk the ivy!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

All the women of the earth,

You shall have your wedding one day,

So sing for Eve's wedding!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Hear this song of the Eros of God,

Of Caritas begotten,

He will make this marriage!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Is there a God like ours

Who is the God of love?

What god more honours love?

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Eve loosen her belt!

Adam glows with hot longing!

Adam prays for mankind!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Mother Earth leads the daughter

Eve to the bridegroom

And she lifts her veil!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

How can Caritas make happy

Without you, the Eros of God?

You give all the blisses!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Mother Eve never gives birth

To sons without God's Eros,

God's Eros makes her fertile!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

God's Eros, who lacks your blessing,

Man builds the hut in vain,

Watches in vain the watchman!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Open stands the garden gate!

Eve is coming! A glow of splendour!

Shame-red glows on her cheeks!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Do not worry, O Eve,

Never shall a woman be like thee,

Incomparable is thy beauty!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

As Eve is in the garden

Only the thornless rose

With the name of dawn!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Walk with the much beloved,

You married one, in the garden!

See how brightly the torch blazes!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

How the vines entwine

Around the strong trunk of the elm,

Eve entwines herself around her husband!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

What pleasure awaits Adam!

That night in the marriage bed!

That day in the marriage bed!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

O naked angelic children!

Bring forth the flames of love,

Eve lifts the seven veils!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Let the poets mock now:

His milk in the olives

No longer milk Adam himself!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

What grace has allowed you

Because of your weak flesh,

Love no longer permits!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Wife, you shall not deny yourself

To thy husband, when his desire

Seeks the delights of thy love!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Look, how beautiful the Garden of Eden!

Eve, mother of all life,

Rule wisely over all!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Eve, once the black hairs

Will turn to grey hairs for thee,

Then Adam will still love you!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Lift up your bare feet

With your henna-red toes,

Slip into the Garden of Eden!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Eve, Adam lies bedded

In the mossy bed of green grass

And awaits you with languor!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Adam burns in his bosom

A hot flame of love,

That consumes his soul!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Little naked angels of love,

Lead Eve by the hands

Into the arms of husband Adam!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

O seraphim of heaven,

Lay Eve in the bed of moss

Beside the beloved Adam!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Come, beloved, come to the beloved!

The beloved is like the mallow

And the fiery red poppie!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

By the seraphins I swear:

Adam is of own beauty!

Adam reflects God's beauty!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Your desire is not secret,

Openly may you desire her!

God does not deny you love!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

He may count Shoham's stones

Or gold in paradise,

Who can measure the delights!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Play love games all the time!

Mother Eve, give Adam

Soon a little child of love!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Such a little Adam may

From the sweet womb of Eve

Stretch out little hands to Adam!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

And the little Adam may

Be pious like the father Adam

And like Adam full of love!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

May all the world praise him,

Eve's son, the much-loved one!

Angels bless this child!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

Now the hymn comes to an end,

But endless is the love

Of Adam for his beloved Eve!

Hymen Hymenaeus Hymen!

CHAPTER VIII

Beloved Eve, you say you are a hind, you say you would like to be a cat one day. Sweet Eve, you underestimate! You are truly human, you are truly human! Eve, I think you might be an angel or even a goddess! But I exaggerate, Eve, you are a true human being, truly human! Eve, there will be people in the vale of tears who love animals but hate people, Eve, there will be people in the vale of tears who love God but hate people! We do not want to love in this way, Eve, but we look upon the animals with benevolence and with tender mercy, and we want to love God with all our strength, with all our mind, with all our heart, with all our soul, and love man as we love ourselves. Eve, you shall love yourself as you love man, for you are truly human. Eve, I love you even more than I love myself, for you are for me the true noble human being. There will be people whose faces are disfigured by hardness of heart and malice, so that one could despair of man, there will be people of such unscrupulous egoism that one almost becomes a misanthrope, if it were not for the thought of Eve: Eve is man, true man, noble man, truly human, Eve reveals the goodness of man, the essential goodness of man's creation. Yes, when God created woman, he said, Behold, it is very good! Over all other creatures the Creator said, Behold, it is good! But when we were created, you and I, Adam and Eve, God said, Very good! You are of excellent quality, extraordinarily good and beautiful and true! God looks with favour upon you! Appreciation Eve! I want to sing you a litany of appreciation! Appreciation is called agape, divine love! The divine love is called appreciation! If I love you with appreciation, I love you with divine love! In God's love there is no contempt, no scorn, no mockery, in God there is no cursing and no evil word, in God there is no blasphemy and reviling! God has such appreciation for the beautiful human Eve that He can do nothing but love and bless! I have such appreciation for you, Eve, because you are great like the other half of the universe! I have such appreciation for you, Eve, because your soul makes me sense the world soul! I have such esteem for you because you are for me a parable of life, yes, of eternal life! I have such esteem for you because you make the goodness of God tangible! I have such esteem for you because you reflect the philanthropy of God! I have such appreciation for you because you are the mirror of divine beauty! I have such appreciation for you because you continually portray to me the extraordinary goodness of being human, so that I believe in the goodness of man again and again when I sometimes despair of it! I have such esteem for you because you embody the high human dignity of woman and the genius of woman! I have such esteem for you because you are the eternal feminine that draws me towards divine love! I have such esteem for you because your countenance is doused with grace! I have such regard for you because your lips are like dripping balm! I have such regard for you because your dear body is a body of splendour on which I set my heavens on fire! I have such regard for you because your beloved body is a visible expression of your much-loved invisible soul and is a promise to me of an eternal paradise in eternal life! I have such appreciation for you because I see in your smile the charming smile of the Queen of Heaven! I have such appreciation for you because your countenance is a mirror of the feminine countenance of God! In the beginning was love! But what love, dear Eve? Behold, there will come nine-smart absent-minded professors to tell you that in the beginning men lived almost like gorillas, they lived in a primeval pagan sexual communism. They will say that in the beginning there was sexual communism and at the end of times the sexual revolutionaries want to restore sexual communism. What is sexual communism? Man does not love another person as a person with a unique personality. Man does not say, She is it! She alone and forever is the woman of my life! No, in sexual communism the man confesses, I want to use all the bodies of all women in order to satisfy my own animal instinct and sexual appetite! Is that love? No, that is not worthy of man! Behold, when the cock is strutting in his harem and an urge strikes him and he itches, then he randomly jumps on any of the hens that happen to be there, and fucks them briefly, leaves them with their feathers ruffled and walks on through the garden indifferently, vainly and self-absorbed, not caring about the hen any more. But that is all right. God is pleased with the rooster's birding, the rooster loves as God assigns him, he fulfils God's commandment. But when a man, like a cock, randomly mounts any woman from behind, grabs her by the neck and fucks her, and then goes away and forgets about the women, then the man sins against his own human dignity and against the human dignity of the woman. And he who sins against the human dignity of woman sins against God, the origin of the human dignity of woman! But what is love worthy of man? Behold, this was in the beginning. Thus it is written: In the beginning was love worthy of man, that is, communion of persons. Communion means unity. Communion of two persons is not communism of innumerable animal instincts. Communion is not communism! Communion is communion of person and person, communion is union of person and person. Person is the whole human being. I do not love random bodies that serve to satisfy my sexual appetite, but I love one single person and exclusively this one person and that forever, yes, I say, until eternity! For this one person, this one woman in her spirit person, in the richness and worth of her soul and in the beauty of her body is the person I love! It is that I love this woman, in spirit and soul and body, my spirit loves her spirit, my soul loves her soul and my body loves her body. My human nature loves her human nature. My God-likeness loves her God-likeness. I thought, Eve, there will be people who will say, I am looking for a wife, I once loved a woman, but she didn't love me, nothing came of us, so I stopped loving her and looked for another woman who loved me, I loved her too, we became a couple and had children. Is that love, Eve? Is a man's love for a woman that stops being love when it finds no love in return, is that true love? Or did the man call that love, which was really just hunger for being loved? And when he was loved, he thought he had found love? I mean, love is love and remains love, even if it finds no love in return! That is love! O my chosen Lady Eve! I came into the Garden of Eden, you said jokingly, I am like a hind, full of grace and beauty and tender motherly love! But at night I am an Aztec sex goddess! There I am a naked goddess dancing with the snake! It's always the same! Yet I'm not sex-crazed at all, and like a cat in heat I'm after coitus! I said, My chosen mistress, your aura is so charged with sublime eroticism that everything sparks cracklingly around you! You are the woman with the highest degree of sex appeal! You are as sexy as no other woman will ever be! You are a mega sex bomb, and your fire is like napalm in my soul, even the Pacific Ocean can't put out the fire! So you said, I'm going to take a shower under the waterfall, make yourself comfortable in the Garden of Eden! Then I saw you, beloved, more than beloved Eve, showering naked under the waterfall! Your body was white like a lily! Your hair was black as ebony! Your eyes were almond eyes, meteorites, blue-flashed evening stars! Your lips were the colour of sultanas! Your nose was the nose of a proud eagle! My eagle woman, I am your eagle man, together we look into the sun of God's face! Your cheeks glowed red like wild poppies! Your breasts were beautifully arched like magnolia blossoms! The birthmark on your left breast was a chaste seal of God! Your thighs were curved like jewelled clasps, the work of a master goldsmith! Your feet were naked and white like soybean shoots! Your mother-of-pearl toes were red like henna, the flower of the Cyprus grape! There I saw the Aztec sex goddess, there I saw Aphrodite naked in the bath! I said, You are Venus, but not Venus Frigida! You stepped out of the waterfall, your long black hair was curled, your cheeks glowed like the wild poppy, you handed me the plump mango fruit with its sweet flesh, and as you handed me the plump mango, you tenderly touched my fingers with your delicate fingers! O that tender touch of your fingers, I dream of it the rest of my earthly life, how your fingers touched my fingers! Goddess in human form, I kiss the tip of your little finger! But when I reflect in prayer who meets me in you, it is God as the Living Flame of Love! I stood before the Living Flame of Love, it burns within me and yet I do not burn to ashes! I thought: God is wisdom, then I thought: God has given me wisdom! But now it seems to me: God is the Living Flame of Love, and I am foolish with love, like a fool who weeps tears of blood and oozes tears of joy with bliss! I am speechless before your almighty beauty!...

CHAPTER IX

I am man. I am alone before God. Poets and thinkers will come looking for the primordial plant in the midst of the diversity of the plant world, poets and thinkers will come saying, The primordial plant is idea alone. Poets and thinkers will come who will seek the primeval man in the midst of the variety of men, but other poets and thinkers will say, The primeval man exists only in the idea. Then followers of a secret doctrine will say, We saw the primeval man, we call him Adam Kadmon. The tree of life is not in the green Garden of Eden, the tree of life is within the primeval man Adam Kadom, yes, Adam Kadmon is the tree of life of God's self-revelation. The crown of his head is the crown of God's self-revelation, wisdom and reason are his two eyes, grace and power are his two arms, beauty is his breast, firmness and splendour are his two legs, the foundation and the kingdom are his feet. The crown of his crown reaches to the infinite, the divine, but the kingdom is the heavenly kingdom of God in the midst of the world, is the motherly immanence of God in creation, the mysterious kingdom of God on earth. This kingdom is also called the indwelling or the tabernacle, it is the feminine nearness of God to his creatures and children. Adam Kadmon, in fact, has a masculine right side and a feminine left side that combine to form a childlike centre. The left eye of understanding and the right eye of wisdom are called father and mother and reflect God's face. The foundation, however, is also called the sex of Adam Kadmon in the idea that the sex of man is also a mysterious self-revelation of God's creative power. Adam Kadmon, then, the lonely primeval man, stands before God as God's image. Adam Kadmon as the idea of man now incarnates in a double way, namely in the sexual being of male corporeality and in the sexual being of female corporeality, in Isch and Ischa, man and woman. Ish and Isha are two incarnations of the one idea of the primordial human being. There is a mysterious magnetism of love between them. Empedocles called this magnetism of love philia, the divine love of friendship that holds the universe together within, whereas strife divides the elements. But this divine Philia or Eternal Friendship is like the magnet's attraction and binds Adam and Eve together. Adam confesses, Eve, your feminine nature and your feminine appearance attract me irresistibly like a magnet attracts iron! How could I resist your irresistible attraction, the magnetism of your beauty, your goodness! This irresistible magnetism is the attraction of Eternal Friendship, it draws me to you, it pulls me towards you! In the power of Eternal Friendship you are attractive, very attractive, simply ravishing! You are ravishingly beautiful, Isha Eve! But I see a man who breaks away from his father and mother. The man says goodbye to the father, People call our father the god of money. They worship him in a golden pillar, in a golden cup of phallic form. They say Our Father to the God of Money and praise him as the Beatificator! He alone produces the lust and pleasure of the world! By the grace of the Money God, man wins the whole world, to the ends of the earth! According to their wisdom, the father money-god is the perfect pedagogue; if he withdraws his grace, he punishes the child, and if he donates his wealth, he blesses the child. The Son who has become rich in this world is obviously blessed by Our Father God of Money. But the poor and the miserable and the beggars live as cursed, spat upon by the Father Money God! Be ashamed, you poor in your beggar's rags, the Father Money God has struck you in the face and spat in your face. Rejoice, beloved son in your wealth of this world, you are the favourite of the holy father money god, you are the treasure of his golden heart and the apple of his shining eye! This Father Money God rules the world and is the true monarch of the theocratic world monarchy, the supreme world emperor of divine dignity is the holy Money God himself, he is the father of gods and men, who sends golden rain as grace and makes the earth fruitful in rich lusts for enjoyment! But I am alone, and as a lonely pious man I renounce this golden bull! The golden bull, the golden phallus, the idol of money is dust from dust, is vain and void! I believe in the living God of eternal love! Only cast me out of your communities and chase me like a dog from your doors, kick me with fists, ridicule, mock, scorn me, strike me in the face, spit in my face, tear my heart out of my chest while I am still alive and sacrifice it to your idol, but I alone am left on earth who worships the God of love and confesses no god beside the God of love! Who is the God of love? It is the Lord! The Lord is the God of love! The Lord is God, my God! I have become a beggar, a mendicant, a beggar am I, yes, a beggar for God's love! I take leave of my mother. Holy Mother, they call the goddess of hygiene! They despise the Immaculate Virgin and prefer to praise the Hygiene Goddess. Mystics call the Hygiene Goddess Mistress Clean and choose her as mystical wife! The hygiene goddess says: I am Misrtress Clean and my wisdom is: Keep the cup clean on the outside, even if it is full of greed, cursing, blasphemy, fornication, adultery, infanticide and idolatry on the inside, you are clean if your cup is clean on the outside! Wash your feet, that you may be clean; but wash your hands also. Let your garments always be clean and your hair anointed, and you will be loved! If your cup is clean on the outside, you will find a lady who loves you and keeps your cups clean. But if you speak of inner purity and boast of your inner cleansings, I reproach you: What good is all your inner purity if you are dirty on the outside? The Goddess of Hygiene says: Take care of your food, eat only healthy food, and take care of your body, because a human being is a body and if the body spoils, the human being is no more! Above all, God bless you with health, for without health everything is nothing! Health is the highest good! May you live long on earth and be happy in a clean home and in a healthy body, then you are already on earth as in heaven. Do not inflict pain on your body by fasting and sacrifice. If you are determined to fast, fast for the health of your body. Eat worms from the Orient and no meat from bulls and goats, then you will live a thousand years and still look as blooming as a twenty-two-year-old youth! What do you care about God and God's spirit? You shall regulate your breath, then you shall look as an old man of snow-white hair as a just-blossomed peach blossom! But above all, honour your mother! Raise the goddess of hygiene to a throne and worship her! But I am a jealous mother goddess! If you honour another mother next to me or above me and call my motherly love cold as ice and praise in the highest tones the heavenly motherly love of the Great Mother of God, beware of my serpent tongue and my scorpion sting, I will kill you! Go with God, but go, Mistress Clean, I have decided to be a Cynic philosopher! Like Saint Diogenes, I roll my barrel without ceasing! But now that the man has left father and mother, he speaks his resolute yes to the woman: Woman of my heart, the woman is you, the woman in herself, the woman in and for herself, to you alone I speak my yes forever! Who are you, woman? You are the woman who wears nothing but the rays of the sun! The immaculate virgin of the moon! The woman in the starry skirt! I am your eagle, your feather, your tail! What, O heavenly Lady, what is the matter with sinners? Thou art come out of heaven to make an end of satanic idols! But I see the women praying again to the satanic goddess of shit! Yes, they cry, the holy whore teaches us the fornication of free love! We loved one man with hot passion and great unhappiness and he left us, we loved many men with the body but not with the heart and soul, we loved men who were indifferent to us and left them all, we lived with men in fornication as concubines and they deceived us, in return we chose new men and lived with them in fornication as concubines and deceived our husbands with other men, we travelled from country to country and let ourselves be jumped by wild bulls, we spread each one's legs! This is free love, in the name of cheerful fornication we worship the sex goddess, she who is called the Great Goddess of Shit! Hail New Eve! But you appeared in perpetual virginity with the virginity before and in and after the birth of the Son of God to end the reign of the satanic goddess of shit and the satanic god of black magic, you appeared, New Eve Morenita, to put an end to human sacrifices to the man-eating gods and to give us Christ's perfect sacrifice to the Father and the Eucharistic food of Christ's Body and Blood for the redemption of man from death! Complete reversal! You, New Eve, Morenita, woman in a dress of nothing but light, you are the one who gives us the sacrifice of God for mankind! But the New Pagans pray to the Anti-Woman! The Anti-Woman is the goddess of shit, the goddess of fornication, the goddess of bloody human sacrifices to the gods who are horny to eat human flesh! Help us, woman, help us and deliver us from the anti-woman! You have said, O New Eve: My pure heart will prevail! I will lead you to paradise! Therefore, I entrust myself to you, O Woman, and renounce the Anti-Woman and all her splendour and glory! I renounce the anti-woman and vow in a pledge to belong to the woman alone completely, as her least slave, as her property for time and eternity! Hail woman! I love you, our lady! I am all yours and I say my nuptial vows to you and you alone forever, Amen!

CHAPTER X

I must comfort the poor widows, give the poor orphans their due, I must hold the hand of the dying and save the wicked from hell, all these things I must, but first a greeting to naked Eve in the paradisiacal Garden of Eden! Greeting first and love from God! O the garden of Eden, O the enchanted little garden of paradise! Summer is, Saint John the baptist, high summer, Eve naked and Adam naked in paradise! Eve walks through the garden like a queen with the orbs of her quivering breasts! Her breasts quiver and tremble, they are like balls of white marble, like mountains of sugar, like milk and honey! How she presses her breasts together with her arms so that they appear even fuller and more voluptuous! How Adam loves the birthmark on Eve's left breast, the sign of God! How he loves her round white arms and slender shoulders! How he would like to be embraced by those naked arms and pressed against that sweet bosom! Oh how he loves her beautiful back, when Eve bends forward, how he wants to embrace her beautiful back, his delight! How he also loves the beautiful slender swan's neck, the long slender neck of the white singing swan! How he would like to touch tenderly with kisses of his lips the tender neck! How he loves her navel, in which a pearl rests, how he would like to fill honey into Eve's navel and lick the sweet honey from the cup of the navel, lick at the shell full of honey! How he loves the purple shell in the black bush that smells hidden between the alabaster pillars of her powerful legs! How he loves her nakedness when she emerges from the waterfall and shakes her long black curls, which she dyes red with henna of the Cyprus grape, how he loves it when her long black hair falls on her breasts and falls down to her lap! How he loves it when her breasts flow towards him and comfort him like sacred cows, like two mother goddesses! How he loves it when her thighs bend like golden jewelled clasps, masterpieces of the divine goldsmith! How he loves to look at the divine triangle, the purple shell in the black bush, the divine triangle of love, the delta of naked Eve! How he wants to love her and give her gifts and make her happy! How will he bed her in the throne of the garden on the bed of dark green moss of nature's velvet and anoint her with the anointing oil of ylang-ylang and love her and bestow upon her and make her happy and give himself to her for the true enjoyment of his love! How will he give himself, surrender himself, pour himself completely into her and fill her with all the hot blood of his fervent total devotion! How he will love her until she ascends rejoicing into the third heaven, the realm of the Catholic Venus, where lovers live in palaces and in orange tree gardens on the morning star! He wants to love her until she soars like a lark into the heaven of God's fair love, in that one moment of fusion, when naked lust merges with naked lust in an eternal moment of ecstasy and she kisses and embraces the tree of life of God! He wants to love her up to the divine union, since in the jointly enjoyed ecstasy of lust his tree of joy stands and rejoices in the heavenly paradise of God! Eve, when I see you naked, naked to the white skin, clothed only by your black head hair and black pubic hair, completely without cowardly leaf-green Eva's panties, then I believe that lust is the highest good! But all lust wants eternity, wants deep, deep eternity! Eve, you are given to me by God as a promise of Eternal Lust, Eternal, Eternal Lust! That is your grace, which God gives you, you stark naked Eve in the enchanted garden of paradise, that you are a divine promise to me of paradisiacal lust and pleasure in eternity! Eve, why do you not follow God's word? Why do you reject God's word and rather listen to the occult demons? Behold, the occult demons say, Eve, you are a goddess! But, Eve, you will not be a goddess, you will be nothing, you will die a physical and eternal death if you reject God's love! Behold, the lover is a jealous one! Jealous is the name of the Lord who loves you, who desires you and begs for your love! Day after day the Lord creeps lovesickly to the door of your heart and knocks timidly, asking, Eve, Eve, let me in! Eve, Eve, receive me! Ah, Eve, why has your heart become as hard as stone and why is your heart closed to the lover who courts your love, who begs for your love? He will hang himself from a tree and drive a lance into his own heart and, bleeding to death, his soul will cry out, Eve, Eve, I love you madly! That is how he dies! Eve, you murderer of the Lord, turn back, turn back and defy the occult demons! Behold, the Lover is risen and coming, behold, there he is, Eve, now open to him, Eve, now he is within you, Eve, now he unites himself in you with your soul as a bridegroom with his bride in the bridal bed of your soul! Hallelujah, Eve and the Lover are united and one! Who is the jealous one, who is the lover? It is the Lord, the Lord is God! God is a true artist and as his two masterpieces God the artist created the naked woman and the naked man. On the third day at the fifth hour in the afternoon, on the second day of the ninth month, God the Artist created the beautiful Venus of Florence! On the seventh day of the ninth month, at the fifth hour of the morning on the first day of the week, God the Artist created the naked David of Florence! The naked Venus of Florence and the naked David of Florence were created by God for each other, destined for each other, they celebrated marriage in the spring of Neoplatonism! But Adam says, My little Eve, you have made yourself some green panties out of green fig leaves, why? Why may I only see you in your panties? Why may I no longer see the black bush with the purple shell, the delta of Venus between your bare thighs? Eve whispers, I am ashamed before you! My womb is as unclean as a woman's menstrual period! My womb is afflicted with a disease! I can no longer hold the water and urine mixed with blood runs from my vagina, therefore I am ashamed before you. But, Adam, you are even worse! After all, I'm still naked in front of you except for my fig-leaf green panties, but you! You always wear a lambskin coat, why? Adam whispers and blushes, I am ashamed before you! For since we no longer eat your vegetarian lunches in the Garden of Eden, I slaughter myself a cock every day, I have become so fat myself from animal fat, I am ashamed of my fat belly, you must not see me naked, you would certainly despise me! Eve whispers, I would so love to bathe in the clear waters of the south of paradise in summer! What do I need for that? Will you allow me to bathe naked? Adam looked at Eve and glowed, Oh, to see her naked in the bath once more! But he breathed, You need God's word for your heart and your fig-leaf green panties for your shame! That's all you need! Take God's word and Eve's panties with you in the sins of Paradise and then bathe your beautiful body in the glow of the sun! Eve said, What is shame, when did it come into being, and is shamelessness a feeling of paradise? Adam said, I was not ashamed in Paradise to lie naked with you in the Garden of Eden! But since you obeyed the occult demons and believed you to be a goddess, since then we have been ashamed of each other and have covered our paradisiacal nakedness! Alas, I must confess to you and beg your forgiveness: Forgive me for desiring you! Forgive me for my lustful looks! Forgive me for my lustful dreams! Forgive me that you have become an object of lust for me, a sex idol for my masturbation! Oh, I can't help it! And Adam disappeared into the bush and hid himself, and let his seed drip upon the earth. Then God called him! And God spoke at length to Adam about Eve, God forgave Adam all his sins and blessed Eve and promised Adam and Eve eternal life together! Then a friend bent down from heaven and said, Je suis la Bienheureuse Evelyne de Liège! Behold, I loved but one beloved, he was my bridegroom! I loved him so much that I locked myself in a chamber right next to the beloved's house! I was there for him day and night and was always ready for him! Every day I united with him! And if I did not unite with him physically, I united with him in my imagination! But I always stared at him and worshipped his holy body! Yes, I implored the head of humanity to arrange a great celebration, because all humanity celebrates the body of my beloved! Now I am eternally wedded to my Beloved, I am completely one with him! He makes me infinitely happy, he makes me so happy that I can no longer express the bliss in human or angelic words! You ask, what is the name of my beloved? I tell you, his name is: The New Adam! I, Saint Evelin, have married myself to the New Adam! Oh, Adam must always weep! Howl! Cry into the night! On this dark earth, in this fleeting time, in this filthy world, hate reigns! They all hate me! The fathers and the mothers hate me! The men and the women hate me! The sons and the daughters hate me! The rich and the poor hate me! The wise and the stupid hate me! The beautiful and the ugly hate me! The sick and the healthy hate me! Enough, they all hate me, and the dogs hate me, and the cats hate me! But this time is a moment! In the morning the daisy blossoms, at noon it shines gloriously, in the afternoon it withers, and in the evening it is dead! Hail, my death, my Saviour! Then my Saviour Death brings me into the arms of my only beloved, into the arms of eternity! I alone love eternity! Eternity is a woman and will love me! Yes, God has promised me: in the resurrection of your body, eternity will love you like a heavenly woman! Let yourself be embraced, beloved eternity! Let yourself be kissed, beloved eternity! Let me rest in your bosom, beloved eternity! Come, moans Eternity, come with the resurrection of the flesh into my womb, I love you, beloved! In my heart, eternity confesses, is nothing but divine love, eternal love, unconditional love, fiery love, and with my burning and boundless love I will love you! So be merry, for the day of death is certain! The world is nothing to you, you love only eternity! Say now your conjugal yes to eternity! Give eternity a pet name and call it tenderly: Eternal. And Eternal whispers, I am all yours. And there she gave me the ring of rings, the ring of mystical marriage with her.

CHAPTER XI

Eve speaks, My shame, my sexual shame is only a protection for my weak femininity in need of love. I am feminine and would like to be loved. But what does the man want? He presses me, he courts me, he flatters me, he gives me gifts, but I feel he does all this with ulterior motives. Why is he so nice? Because he hopes for gain, the gain of lust. He wants my body! What does he care about my soul, the one, or my seven souls? What does he care about the wounds of my soul, the traumas, the weaknesses, the limitations? What does he care about my spirit with its question about God, what does he care about my thinking, my wanting, my feeling, my memory? He doesn't care about all that. He sees my lap with all the charms God has given me, and he desires my lap. He thinks to himself: If only this lap would churn! If only these breasts could be touched! If only this body would lie naked on my naked body! What does he ask about the secret of my eyes? What does he ask about the dreams of my nights? What does he ask about the sufferings of my daily life? What does he ask about the sufferings and pains of my womb? My lap is only there for his lust, but that my womb also bleeds, that my womb also has pain, but that I still want to give birth, he does not care. My shame only repels the oppressor, the importunate, the pushy, the greedy, the horny. For my shame, my sexual sense of shame, is a protective wall for my soul. I let no one touch my body until I find the one who loves my soul more than my body, who loves the body solely because it is the visible expression of the soul. I refuse my body until I find the one who asks for my thoughts, who respects the spiritual dignity of woman, who trusts in the genius of woman, who trusts my intuition more than his intellect, who trusts my sixth sense more than his books, who can appreciate the richness of my soul and who loves and honours the wounds and delights of my heart more than the wounds and delights of his own heart. I am a woman, that is, I am made for love. Everything in me and about me was created for love. And precisely because I am created for love and called to love, that is why I resist all too fleeting lust, every quick flirtation, every fleeting and passing desire. For I want to be loved and to love. I want to be able to open myself completely and give myself completely. But I want to be loved as a person and as a personality and not just as a material and substance for the man's self-gratification. I am not his sex object, I am not his whore, I am not his Venus Porné, no, I am Eve, that is, I am life, I am the soul, I am a complicated organism and a multi-layered soul and an unfathomable spirit. But when he comes who says to me, O woman, you are a veiled mystery to me! Then I know he sees my soul. If he despises me because I am a veiled mystery, he has no love, neither for God nor for me. But when he comes who reverently wonders at my veiled mystery, I open my soul to him. To you, Adam, my true friend of my soul, I open my soul. I let you see into my seven souls and into the divinity of my soul. And Adam said, Eve, please understand me, for if you understand me, you will also forgive me. And when Sin conceived me, Sin thought, I hope no child will be born in my lust! And when Sin conceived me, Sin thought, I hope I have not conceived a child! And when Sin felt me under her heart, Sin thought, By the devil, I am sick! I do not want this child! And when Sin was with child, Sin was grieved that she was with child, so I was grieved already in the womb of Sin. And when Sin was about to give birth to me, I was stuck in the birth canal and suffered a horror of agony! It was as if I were born through the womb of hell! The womb from which I was to emerge was the ravenous and biting maw of a rat! And when I was born of Sin, I almost choked on the umbilical cord of Sin, nine times the umbilical cord of Sin coiled around my neck. And when Sin saw me, she said, By the devil, there is an ugly child! Then Sin gave me away and laid me in the icy cold womb of matter, and I though it was as hot there as in hell, but it was as cold as the cold hand of death. Eve, beloved, if therefore I am the ever-unloving, the ever-mourning, the ever-fearful, the ever-rejected, the ever-hated, the ever-despised, the ever-scornful, the ever-abundant, who would rather be dead than live, I am drowning in nameless woe and unspeakable misery and drowning in a sea of sorrow, who is pierced with seven arrows and pierced again and again and finally beaten to death and then finally thrown into the dustbin of the universe! Eve, how can I believe that the mother of the living loves me? And Eve said, Ah Adam, son of Adama, when I was born of Sin, I did not learn primal trust, I learned naked primal fear! No primordial trust developed in me into a personal trust, but I remained alone, isolated, lonely, caught up in myself, I did not learn a healthy self-confidence from a personal trust. No, I am eaten away and gnawed like a rodent by my thorough self-doubt. I hate and despise myself! I am not beautiful, I am not lovable, I am worth nothing, I am hated by everyone, I am foolish and my life is without meaning! So tell me, Adam, son of Mother Adama, without a healthy self-confidence, how shall I learn a well-founded trust in God? Adam said, Whether you trust and believe in God is secondary, but primary is God's faith in you! But Eve said, Do you see my veiled soul? Yes, said Adam, I see your veiled soul like another man, but that other man despised you because your soul is veiled, but I revere you because your soul is veiled. But I have two souls in my breast, one longing for the pleasure of earth and the other longing for God in heaven. - You have two souls in your breast, my friend? How poor! I have seven souls in my breast! One is called Eve, the other Mary, the third Lilith. Seven spirits dance a veil dance in my soul! Seven souls dance the veil dance inside me and seven veils fall from my soul and I am naked, a naked soul! What do you see now in my soul? God! said Adam, I see God in your soul! And I, said Eve, see God in thy soul, Adam, my friend. Then said Adam, So now God and God are face to face, and God looketh upon God face to face, and God loveth God with the love of God. So, said Eve, our souls are naked, because in me the Christ is naked and dwells in the bottom of my soul, and because in you Sophia is naked and dwells in the bottom of your soul. Yes, said Adam, because God is naked in us, therefore it is only natural that I also see your body naked. Yes, said Eve, my nakedness before you is only the expression of Christ's nakedness in the womb of my soul!

ODE TO THE FLESH

O my Creator! All flesh,

Creator, all flesh comes to you,

For thou hearest the cries of the flesh,

You have mercy on all flesh!

O Wisdom made flesh,

Godhead came in the flesh,

Body-and-blood-and-soul-divinity,

Godhead in the form of man!

My Saviour Jesus Christ,

Come to redeem the flesh,

Deliver all flesh from death,

Give life to all flesh!

O resurrection of the flesh,

My highest hope, behold,

The beloved in the flesh,

Resurrection in Paradise!

God the Creator created me as flesh,

Created me as breath and as dust,

Created me as soul and as body,

God the Creator created you in the flesh,

O beloved in the flesh,

O beloved, dust and breath,

O beloved, body and soul,

Take me in my flesh,

Take me with my soul,

Receive me with my body,

Receive me as a person,

Receive me as a gift from the Creator,

Give yourself also, beloved,

Give me your rich soul,

Let me know your body,

Your body in its beauty!

My beautiful beloved,

If you saw the starry sky

Did you see the sea on the shore,

Did you see the beauty of God?

To be seen in creation

Is the beauty of its Creator!

But the highest crown of creation

Man and woman are in communion!

Eve, much beloved Eve,

You icon of my divinity!

Reflecting God's beauty,

Revealing God's beauty!

Yes, I beheld God's beauty,

When I beheld Eve's beauty!

I touched God's beauty,

When I touched Eve's womb!

CHAPTER XII

No, Eve, with the outer eyes I do not look at your bodily nakedness. What do the outer eyes know? How distorted are our outer eyes to recognise true beauty! Adam, said Eve, with the outer eyes I also do not recognise your true beauty. But didn't you look into my eyes yesterday, and didn't I look into your eyes yesterday, and we looked into each other's eyes long and lovingly, not only lovingly, but also inquisitively, to recognise the soul through the mirror of the soul: What is this soul that animates this gaze? Is it true love, is it real peace? Is it a hungry and eager gaze or is it a soul-giving gaze of love? And I saw how you caressed me with your soul-eyes full of admiring love and flattered my wounded soul. Oh Eve, said Adam, how blind I would be, as blind as a mole, if I lacked the inner gaze. With my inner gaze I see your soul and my soul and the communion of our souls and the love and friendship that exists between us, I see your motherly heart and my fatherly heart, you must be a mother to me and I want to be a father to you, you a loving and tender mother to me and I a father full of esteem and reverence for you. You, Eve, must be a soul to me that says, Adam, it is beautiful that you are a man, a strong, yes, brutal character, a man after the fatherly heart of God! And I will say to you with my soul, How beautiful, O woman, that you are a woman, how good that you reflect the feminine face of God! My inner gaze sees above all your soul lying naked and bare and manifest before my heart's eyes, but not in an aura of light or a breath of wind, but in a paradisiacal body of light full of splendour! I love the splendour of your naked body, which makes your soul visible to me before the inner eyes of my soul! How you give yourself to me! How I give myself completely to you! How we merge together, how I flow into you and how you live in me! You are no longer the woman opposite me, the woman at my side. You are not the mistress above me and I your slave, you are not the maid at my feet and I the master, no, Eve, you are soul in my soul. But alas, alas, Eve, say, does my soul also live in yours? Here Adam was silent in pain. Almighty Love created creation out of nothing, and created Eve out of nothing, to lay the creation at Eve's feet. Almighty Love saw the creation: Behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the constellation of the serpent, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the constellation of the Great Bear and the Little Bear, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the constellation of the Deer from the element of the Butterflies, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the element of frogs, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the scorpion with its tail in dry desert and great heat of the sun, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the soothing, soulful crab calming the scorpion, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the white snow in its chaste cool white linen dress, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the gerbera with its red kisses of fire, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the white daffodil, just blooming, and smelled the bewitching fragrance of sexuality, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the plum tree blossoming in winter, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the black cat, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the oak tree, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the pair of blackbirds, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the chestnut tree, saw the prickly fruit, saw the turtledoves spread their wings in the top, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the universe, saw the cosmic energy, saw the gnomes and the nymphs and the sylphs and the salamanders, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the clouds-and-rain-play, behold, it was good! Almighty love saw the phoenix playing with the magic bird, behold, it was good! The almighty love saw the marriage of the donkey with the dragon and the love of the dragon for the donkey, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the dancing of the dwarves and heard the excited cry of pleasure of the dwarves, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the Naiads bathing naked in the waterfall, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the firm udders of the bitches, the great udders of the cows, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the green tea plant, the cocoa bean and the coffee bean, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the bread and the wine growing out of the earth, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the purple poppie blossom in the golden bundle of wheat, behold, it was good! Almighty Love saw the fertile vineyard with its pregnant fruitfulness and its grape breasts, lascivious and drunken, behold, it was good! Almighty Love laid the cosmos like a fragrant flower at Eve's feet. Eve, Eve, I created you in my image, said Almighty Love, and I give you the cosmos, the green Mother Nature as a gift, accept it gratefully, and smell the white flower of the universe and let yourself be intoxicated by the erotic perfume of the white spring flower of the universe! I, the almighty Love, created creation in spring to make it a gift of my love to you! What do I want? What are my ulterior motives? Just accept my gift and enjoy it! Intoxicate yourself with the erotic perfume of green Mother Nature, then let your heart swell and say, Thank you, Almighty Love, for such love, for such a gift as an expression of your love! Thank you, love, thank you, almighty love, thank you, beautiful love! I am fully satisfied by your total giving! I am filled, satisfied, satiated, watered, intoxicated, drunk with your lust, you divine love, I am blessed! Adam confesses, Eve, you are God's gift to me! But I confess I doubt the goodness and earnestness of the giver and the blessing of this gift. Is there perhaps a divine irony hidden there? For I must think you are the perfect woman, endowed with all the gifts of the gods. The Goddess of Love and Beauty gave you your body with all its beauty and charms. The Goddess of Wisdom gave you your insight and your knowledge and your intuition which inspire me. The Goddess of Heavenly Power gave you your majesty and dignity and also your power over my soul. The Goddess of Purity gave you your angelic soul full of goodness, gentleness and humility. The Great Mother gave you your overpowering motherliness and at the same time an extatic sexuality. You are endowed with all the virtues of woman. But the gods gave you a box, out of which come all the curses that weigh on the earth and on man: heart-wrenching sorrow, soul-destroying pain, spirit-destroying madness, body-destroying illness, death that separates body and soul! But out of the box also rose hope, as the only good gift, the divine virtue of hope! Hope is a beautiful woman who promises the resurrection of the flesh and eternal life in paradisiacal bliss! Divine hope whispers promisingly in my ear, There you will be eternally united in the cycle of divine love! So you are a gift and a present from God, but not as a possession on this earth, not for enjoyment on this earth. You are a gift from God as a promise, a promise! You are, in a sense, the loveliness of God, the seductive beauty of God full of charm and allurement, wanting to seduce me into eternity, into the womb of divine love! But are you really a visibly appeared grace of God full of charm and loveliness, or are you a dark doom? Behold, I took refuge in the thoughts of God. I walked alone in the peaceful heaven of ideas and gazed upon the ideas in their immaculate shining beauty and saw them with apathetic peace of mind. But then you came, the woman! You plucked me from my intellectual solitude and planted me as a tree of life in your garden. You dug me and burrowed me into the black mother earth. You taught me the watery element of frogs and the airy element of butterflies. You taught me to admire the udders of cows and the horns of bulls. You taught me to celebrate the stallion's mouth and the quivering flank of the haggard mare! You taught me to love the cooing of the turtledoves and the spreading and beating of their wings and the beaking and pecking of their beaks! You taught me to love the living life, the real reality. For you, the earth was not a dead matter, an insubstantial thing. For you, the earth was a living organism, a living being. You said, Mother Earth is alive, green Mother Nature breathes in and breathes out, she pulsates, she glows, she loves! You taught me to hear the language of love from the mouth of creation. You supplemented my logic with your eroticism. You supplemented my spirituality with your reality. You completed my heaven with your earth. Thus we celebrate a holy marriage between the male and the female. The god of heaven and the goddess of earth, that is us. I am the spirit and you are the matter, we celebrate a mystical marriage. I am an image of God-Spirit and you are an image of God-Nature and together in union we are an image of the One Only Eternal Godhead. I embody the fatherly transcendence of God and you embody the motherly immanence of God, together in mystical union we reflect the absolute Godhead, the Oneness. Behold, thus you tore me from my logic and theory of God, seduced me to the black earth, to green nature and red Eros, but not to remain stuck in it, but to recognise a more perfect image of God, yes, not only to recognise it, but to depict and embody it in my own life side by side with you. Thus you have become a path for me from the God of the philosophers through Eros to the living God, the living Godhead who is One and All.

CHAPTER XIII

I see a world, I don't know if it's in the Indian Ocean or in Africa, there society is made up of monkeys. All you baboons and chimpanzees, gorillas and orangutans, squirrel monkeys and apes! Restless is the heart of the ape! The apes finger their sex shamelessly and masturbate in public like the Cynic philosopher. The fierce ape-men come chasing out of the dark forests and steal young black girls and rape them to death! But there are also gorilla families and gorilla clans, where the old ones sit under trees, the males fart and the females chatter in their foolish ape language about their ape-mother love, and the little apes climb the climbing trees and swing merrily screeching from branch to branch. Dear friend, you are laughing because these gorilla clans behave like a human clan at a social children's birthday party. But you don't want to be raped and mauled to death by such a forest man? You calm down, they only rob blood young African women? But what if they find mature white-faced women particularly desirable? And the female monkeys who tease the labia of their clitoris with their finger until they reach orgasm? And the male monkeys who rub the penis until they reach orgasm? Can't they help it or don't they want to? Imagine a male monkey forbidden by the monkey pope to satisfy himself, which he does? He becomes the inventor of romantic love and, transfigured by restrained arousal, the beloved monkey will appear to him like the monkey goddess herself who created the world from a coconut? Or will the monkey say to his monkey, Beloved female monkey, God Amon created the world, the one and only God in heaven in his solitude, by masturbating! When the semen drops fell into the bushes, the earth became. But you and I, beloved female monkey, we were two fused semen drops in the hand of the masturbating creator god Amon! That is the monotheism of the monkey religion. But now Adam, the First Man, sees a True Man, a Noble Man, a Holy Man. Eve appears. God has sent her! Eve, I stand at the gate of Eden, in my heart a love song. Above me and below me and around me is dark night. There you come to meet me from the Garden of Eden. You come to the gate of Eden. I can hardly believe it's really you. Am I dreaming or awake? You are not an earthly woman, not dust from dust. You are an apparition, a vision, a dream, a dream woman, the most beautiful incarnation of the world soul! You are all soul, all your corporeality is all soul! Your matter of the body is not dead matter, not a mortal thing, your matter of the body is energy and light, is power from God, is wave of the black light of God! You are all black, your body is black, your legs are black, your feet are black and float on the clouds of the dark night. Your hair is black and flows with the clouds, your face is black and only the two mirrors of the soul shine like flashing stars. You are black light from the black light of God. You appear from the cloud. Thank you that you have softened your blinding radiance that I can behold you! O thou art, thou art soul from my soul-kind, thou art corporeality from my corporeality, thou art spiritual beauty after the dream-image of my soul, thou art cosmic eroticism after the dream of my bleeding heart! It is you, no one else, and you alone will always be it, the One, the only One given to me by God to vis-à-vis, the Egalité for my soul! We face each other and look at each other face to face in a fleeting moment, but hidden in the fleeting moment is eternity and through your face I already see God's face! Speechless before beauty, I offer you the stammer of my love song, the stammer of an idiot!

TO EVE

Eve, Eve, O tree of life,

With your roots in the earth

You can walk through the sky,

Eve, you are my home,

Home of my soul, Eve,

Is the closeness of your soul,

My home in heaven

Is the garden of your soul!

As home at Eve

Adam feels in the soul,

Only a poet is so at home

At his grandmother's grave.

Adam says to Eve, Eve, beloved! When I was alone, God's great garden, Mother Nature, seemed to me unworthy of interest. The green stuff seemed stupid to me, the animals I found disgusting, the plants and the animals had no soul, the mountains were only borders, the sea only showed me how lonely I am. Creation was not alive to me, a fortiori it was, not a gift from God to me for my bliss. No, I looked at the world God created like a terrible darkness, like the realm of eternal death. Only misery and terrible pain did I see. Above me the sky was a solidly cast blanket of clouds as if made of copper, the heavens were closed to me. Everything under the sun was senseless. Senselessness of senselessness, everything senseless, I sighed again and again. Only above the sky, there lived the bright ideas, the radiant thoughts of God. There danced the divine beauties, there danced the divine wisdoms, there danced the divine loves. There were morning-red peaks and mirrors of all knowledge. In the ideas I lived alone and walked with the beautiful thoughts of God. But then you appeared to me, and behold, through you the beautiful creation of God has become a gift for my bliss! I now see the grasses caressed by the zephyr's flower, I now see the crocus flowers loved by the honeybee with the sweet sting, I now see the rose's lap drunk with morning dew, I now see the glow on the cheeks of the wild poppy, I now see the secret love of the iris, I see now the delights of white roses and the glories of golden roses, I see now the plums split and overflow with sweet juice, I kiss now the cheek of the peach, I smell now the scent of ylang-ylang, its sexual perfume, I see now the lily's lips overflow with flowing myrrh, I see now the aloe flirting with the bamboo, I hear now the bamboo's golden lyre playing in the wind, I hope now for the rose of the new dawn, I see now the rose of freedom dancing in the breeze, I see the apples and the pears and the mangoes and the quinces like fruits of life, like paradisiacal delights, I see now the turtledoves in their act of love, when they peck each other with spread wings in the tops of the trees, I love now the blackbird spouses, and I love the nocturnal croaking of the frogs, I rejoice at the hopping of the rabbits and the running of the ponies, I rejoice at the hot stallion and the quivering mare, I rejoice and suckle at the udder of the cow pregnant from the horn of the bull, I see the stars now like smiling flowers, like animals of the sky, I rejoice at the star of the serpent and the star of the maiden, I rejoice in the star of the stag and the star of the bear, I rejoice when the element of butterflies plays with the element of frogs, I laugh when the star of the shepherd visits the star of the weaver-girl and they give each other gifts, I rejoice in the veils of the nebular spirals and in the cosmic galaxies with their colourful gardens of paradise and their forbidden vineyards! Everything has become the language of love, everything has become erotic whispers of love. The protons and the electrons desire each other. Magnetism and electricity are the eroticism of creation. In the cherry blossoms I see your face in the veil of their fragrance! In the full moon I see your face smiling lovingly and blissfully from the sky! I see everywhere the world soul, I see everywhere the divine Eros, I see everywhere, like Adam and Eve, Yin and Yang as forces of cosmic eroticism. It is the divine love that you reveal to me, the erotic green power, the erotic vitality of the divine life in all life. Your beauty, Eve, my love for you, O Eve, they made creation the language of love for me, the gift of divine love, the place of bliss and heavenly delight and paradisiacal voluptuousness! Only through you did God lead me from my pessimistic idealism to optimistic idealism. Only through you, beloved, God has given me creation. Therefore, you are the co-creator of my bliss! Hallelujah, now I am the beloved of the Godhead! El Shaddai, the nurturing breast, is my Godhead! I am the beloved of the Godhead! For the wedding, the Godhead gives me a wedding gift, your body, Eve! Your body, the paradisiacal vineyard, El Shaddai, the Deity with the nourishing breast, gives me for the heavenly wedding! O vineyard, I come as your gardener! Spread out thy pregnant branches of vine, beloved! Let me see the boasting splendour of the grapes of thy breasts! I will climb thy vine and pluck the grapes! Thy basin is a cup of wine, blended wine of union! In thy bosom in the deepest bowels I will find the pearl, which thou shalt melt for me in my wine, which I will sip, and still lick the fragments! I will tend my vineyard, build a stone wall around it, so that the wild boars will not graze my vineyard! But if nettles and dry thorns grow, I will pull them all out! My vineyard shall be fruitful and bear fruit to the beloved of God! I will come and pluck the grapes and tread the winepress, the blood will splash on my thighs! And I will drink the cup of God's wine to the bottom in one draught! I will intoxicate myself with the fire of God! I will become intoxicated with the divine heat of love that glows in the wine of the beloved! Drunk I will stagger into thy bed and know thee in the truth that dwelleth in wine! For at the bottom of the cup I see the naked Truth, the Beloved! Now, beloved, now let us unite! Hallelujah, now Lord Spirit in Lady Beauty beget beautiful children! I see, behold, what I see is, Eve, your shining egg, your receptive egg, your feminine egg, your devoted egg. Egg of Eve, I see a host of Adam's sperm dancing and tailing around Eve's egg. There is the quickest, he is first to the blessed egg, but he is not the true beloved, he is not chosen! There is the strongest, he comes in strength, he thrusts himself with all his masculine power, but he is not chosen, he is not the true divine seed! There comes the beloved cell, there comes the beloved semen of Adam! Eve's egg recognises in instinctive intuition or clairvoyance of magical sympathy: It is he! In this semen of Adam I see the Logos Spermatikos! Here appears Panspermia, the divine potency! Now Eve's egg opens up and lets in Adam's truant sperm, they embrace each other, they glow in each other, they merge, the spark of divine Eros flashes in them in a sudden cry of jubilation, hallelujah! Adam and Eve are united in the lust of love in a heavenly wedding as God‘s co-creator and co-creatrix!

CHAPTER XIV

Adam said to Eve: "Look at me! I am created by God for my own sake! Me! I have three souls, my love! The uppermost soul is the soul of my spirit. In it dwells reason, the faculty of thought. The crowning of reason is the attainment of wisdom. Man is capable of becoming wise. However, I have realised that in order to attain Eternal Wisdom, divine illumination through the dark light of the Godhead is necessary. However, when in the dark night of the mind the Eternal Wisdom is immediately infused, then one realises the absurd paradox of truth, that the Eternal Truth reveals itself in the foolishness of God! But my second soul is the middle soul, that is the soul of my heart. Here dwell all my feelings, my love, my friendship, my sympathy and my compassion. But what is the highest virtue of this soul of the heart? I say to you, beloved Eve, if you have lost property, do not worry and acquire new property. If thou hast lost honour, emasculate thyself and create glory for thyself. But if you have lost courage, it would be better never to have been born. The courage of the heart, the stoutness of the heart, the courage of the heart to live, the courage of the heart to die is the true virtue of the soul of the heart. But my third soul, the lowest soul, is the soul of my body. Eve, here dwells desire, lust! But what is the highest virtue of lust? It is the right measure! Not too little lust, for otherwise you will wither and wither before time. But not too much lust either, or you will consume yourself and burn to a heap of ashes. Do not desire too little of lust, being content with the lust of the worm or the monkey! But neither desire too much lust by desiring the lust of the blessed gods and goddesses! The right measure of lust is the lust of man. But when lust has found its proper measure, when the heart has found the courage to live, and when the mind has found wisdom, then the soul is righteous. Do you ask yourself what a righteous person is? A righteous man has found wisdom in his thinking, has strengthened his heart with courage, and has given to his desire the right human measure. And Eve said: Adam, I am created as a unique I by God for my own sake! I am Eve, I am I! I am told: Know thyself! Know the richness of the soul, know the value of your soul. I am the soul, the deep mind. In me are inner rooms, inner thrones, inner bridal chambers, inner gardens, inner castles, inner beds. You speak of three souls in your breast, Adam? I see seven souls in my living bosom! Souls walk in inner forests, live in inner huts, ride inner soul steeds, carry inner soul weapons, have inner soul brothers! The soul has chambers, living chambers, bathrooms, sleeping chambers, mirrors and veils and beds! My soul is a pleasure palace with seven chambers. But in the innermost chamber is my bedchamber, in the centre of my bedchamber is the veiled celestial bed of my soul's core, and in the veiled celestial bed of my innermost soul's bridal chamber lies my God, naked and willing to knowledge, there I unite with my naked God and experience the mystical union and ecstatic fusion with my God and Lord! But Adam began to philosophise about love: My goddess Pallas Athena with the radiant eyes! If the I is full of love, then the I wants to give itself to the Thou. Where is the fullness to remain? There is so much fullness of love in the I, such ardour full of juice and power, it must flow out! It wants to flow over to the beloved you, it wants to caress, kiss the fingertips, play with the hair, touch the breasts, kiss the tips of the breasts, embrace the perfect buttocks of the beloved. O the soul of the lover is so full, it wants to bear witness in the womb of the soul of the beloved! I am all witness, be you all receptive! Open the silent womb of your soul so that I may beget spirit in the womb of your beauty, then incubate and nurture my begetting seed of the Word and keep my Word in your heart and move the seed of my Logos meditating in your heart. Think of the I of the lover as the thesis, the thesis passes over into its counterpart, the antithesis, that is, the loving I gives itself away to the beloved Thou. There the I is buried in the beloved Thou. The I has died the mystical ego death. The I is nothing, is Mr. Nobody, it is only the You. Everything is the You, the I has completely dissolved in the You, the I is no more, it is only the You. However, if the cycle of love is not violently interrupted, then the I will resurrect in the Thou. Then the I will revive and will now live in the You. You, beloved you, will carry my loving I within you and become the loving I yourself, and your loving I will give itself back to the beloved you, namely, to my beloved I. But what I receive from you, the loving you, is my crucified and resurrected self, transfigured by your love. You give me back to me, increased, transfigured by your love. Thus I receive my I from your You, and only now do I possess myself, for I am now a beloved I. This union in gift and return is the synthesis, the mystical marriage of souls, the mystical union of I and Thou in the cycle of love. But woe to the man of the future who lets his I overflow with love and pours it into the receiving womb of the beloved soul and is crucified and buried in the heart of the beloved, but the beloved does not possess the power of love to raise the I out of non-being, she does not possess the will of love to raise the I that has died and to give it back again, increased and transfigured with love. This I has then died the second death, the eternal death, it is destroyed without being resurrected. In this sense, the crucified one who does not resurrect in the heart of the beloved will say: You are the murderer of my life! Here the cycle of love is violently interrupted. Eve said: Adam, do you also accept me as I am? Do you accept me as an I created by Eternal Love, created for my own sake? Or do you think I was created for you? Or do you think I am not a me, but only another you? Do you admit that I am a person, a distinct personality with a unique intimacy with God? Do you grant me that I am not the embodiment of your unconscious soul, not the incarnation of your dream woman, but that I am a real existence, a real being, with an independent spirit person, breathed by God? Do you grant me that God loves me, myself and me alone, even independently of you? Do you grant me that God has a plan for my life and wants to walk an individual path with me, not for your sake, but for mine? Do you grant me that God did not create me to be your complement, to satiate your hunger for divine love and to quench your thirst for divine love, do you grant me that God created me first of all so that God might give and dispense and pour all his love into me in unique and individual intimacy? Do you grant that God gives me a white stone with a name on it that no one knows but God and me? You do not know this name, Adam, you will not know it for eternity! I am naked and God is naked and no one enters into my marriage to God! For if you see me only as a mirror of your soul, as the embodiment of all your unconscious longings, as the incarnation of your sweetest dreams, then you do not love me, you love only your own soul. Then all your infatuation with me is only vain self-indulgence, obsession with your own anima, falling in love with your own anima. But if you accept me as an independent sovereign by God's grace, as a real living being, an independent spirit, as a unique spirit person of my own dignity and with my own genius, then I can become a gift for you in all my sympathy and friendship, an enrichment of your world view, an enrichment of your image of God. Then I can reveal the other half of the universe to you. Then your logic will explain the day side of the cosmos to me and my magical intuition will make the night side of the cosmos tangible to you. Eve and Adam sat side by side, body close to body, aura touching aura, the souls breathing the common air. They saw creation, the formation of the planets, the formation of the sun and the earth, the primordial sea, the first algae, the first cells in the sea, the first amphibians and fish, the first crawling animals on land, huge dragons and primordial birds, mammals, snakes, primates, monkeys. Between Adam and Eve sat the Cupid of God. Eve embraced the Cupid of God and Adam touched the Cupid of God, and in the touch of the Cupid of God, Eve's and Adam's fingertips touched each other tenderly, there was an electric fire, a crackling spark twitching back and forth between the fingertips. But in the evening Adam lay under a plump cluster of red grapes and looked up into the starry sky of God and said: God, what I touched today was the tenderness of God! God, you are certainly an over-egging divinity, inexpressible, incomprehensible! Anything I could say about you would be untrue! If I say: You are Father! Then you say: I comfort like a mother! If I say: You are spirit! Then you say: Yet you can touch me physically! I say: You are light! Then you say: I dwell in the dark light! Do I say: You are the Lord! Then you say: I am Lady Wisdom and come to you like a loving mother and a young bride! Call me your sister and your friend! Do I say: You dwell in the heaven of heavens! Then you say: And yet I live in the very smallest of pinches! So you are incomprehensible! So you are inexpressible! But how is it, then, that although I believe in an over-egging Deity, I nevertheless feel that in the dear woman at my side you are physically present, that I can physically see you, yes, physically touch you! How do I come to see you, whom no eye has ever seen? To touch you who are pure spirit! How can I say that I touch God's finger? How can I say that I meet God's tenderness in the flesh? And yet it is so! This is how it will be with the New Adam and all his virgin brothers: they touch the Eternal Love bodily in their spousal body, they kiss the body of God, they unite in their unity of body and soul with the bodily-soulful Godhead! In freedom from all sexual compulsion, they decided to choose Eternal Love as their divine bride, and Eternal Love as divine friend touches them in their bridal body, even if only at the tip of their finger, but ah, and oh, what a touch of cosmic electricity, electric eroticism of God!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HYMN TO BEAUTY

Eve, you are a beauty!

Beauty, that means light and clarity,

transparency to the clear light,

Beauty, that is to behold God!

Eve, you are a forma,

A forma full of beauty!

Eve, you are a grace,

Eve, you are a grace!

Eve, grace full of grace,

Eve, grace full of loveliness,

Eve, grace full of magic,

And charm and enchantment!

O Bellissima Bellezza,

Eve, true belladonna!

Ma beauté très adorable!

You are beautifull, black beauty!

You are a beautiful strumpet,

Your beauty, that's Yahweh,

Your beauty, beautiful strumpet,

Rhymes with the name Yahweh!

Greeks call beauty Kallos,

Eve, you are Callisto,

Thou the nymph beloved of Zeus,

Who shines as a star in the sky!

The Platonic scholar

Calls thee Aphrodite of heaven,

The Urania of love,

Of pure spiritual love!

But the common rabble

Praise thee as Pandemos Porné,

As the tickler, the goddess

Of hetaeras and boys.

But to me you are Venus

Of the third heaven, Venus,

Heavenly queen of love,

Eve, O Divine Venus!

More beautiful even than Aphrodite,

Eve, you are Aphroditissa!

Eve is Aphroditissa,

Adam is Epaphroditos!

Eve, give me the name

For the hypostasis of God,

The person of God's beauty,

How shall I pray to Beauty?

Eternal, O beauty of God!

Eternal, O love of God!

Eternal, O Wisdom of God!

Eternal, O One God!

But beauty in the Bible

Means the glory of the Godhead!

Eve, Eve, you are glorious,

Glorious as the radiance of God!

Eve, O thou art horaios,

Blooming is thy body‘s beauty,

Eve, blossoming is your body,

Thy sex is a blossom!

Eve, you are euprepeia,

The form, formed by God,

Of graceful grace,

Of splendour and pomp, a jewel!

Eva, Gratia Divina,

Thou art like the charis of God!

God's charm and God's loveliness!

God's charm and God's enchantment!

Charis thou of the third heaven,

Loosen your magic belt,

Loosen your belt of loveliness,

Loosen your belt of chastity!

Eve, you are Maha-Devi,

Thou art my Great Goddess!

O Eternal Feminine!

Draw me up to the Godhead!

Our Lady Aphroditissa

I call you in Paphos-Ktima,

My Venus on the shell,

Venus with the red hair!

Isis are you, the beloved

Of all the gods in the heavens!

To me and Mary is thy name, Isis,

The All-Loving, Beloved!

Eve, you are Saint Mary!

The All-Loving, Beloved!

Saint Mary is the Beauty!

God's beauty is called MARY!

Eve speaks: In me is the divine life. But how do I see the divine life in my soul? I have a vision, I see the Lord appear in the highest heavens, he calls me by name: Eternal woman, he calls me, come up to me! Then I climb planetary sphere after planetary sphere, seven planets. On each step I encounter one of the seven deadly sins, and as the power to overcome, one of the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit. I overcome temptation after temptation, I am overcomer after overcomer and ascend to the Empyreum via the heavenly staircase of the seven planets, until the Lord embraces me at the top and kisses me as He will never kiss another woman! But I also have a vision in which I see my soul like a pleasure palace in the middle of paradise. The pleasure palace has seven chambers. A gate of meditation leads into each chamber. Around each chamber is a wall to ward off the evil eye and the fiery arrows of evil. In each chamber I encounter an inkling of God, but from chamber to chamber God's love becomes clearer to me, more palpable. In the seventh room, however, I see the core of my soul in the middle of the room like a light crystal, transparent and clear, translucent for the light of God's love. But I also have a vision where I see my soul like seven psyches. Each psyche is like a veil. The divine spark of divine Eros in my soul veils itself with seven psyches, seven veils. Each psyche is a fairy, a nymph, a maiden, a goddess. But veil after veil falls from the arch-psyche, it undresses veil after veil and dances the veil dance, the mystical striptease of the seven veils, until it stands there naked, and the divine Eros, that is Christ, mystically-erotically unites naked with its naked psyche. Adam said to Eve: I have a mountain in my soul. Behold, the whole soul may be plunged in night, in dark night of suffering, but on the summit of the soul there is joy! Eve said: How so? Adam said: The whole soul is martyred and is torn on the wood, but on the highest point of the soul a paradisiacal spring breaks out with all the lust of love! Eve said: And what does the soul feel then, joy or suffering? Adam said: The soul feels the suffering, but at the same time is full of joy within, there is a bliss that lives deeper in the soul than the feelings reach. But in my soul there is not only the soul mountain with the soul peak of paradoxical delight, but in my soul there is also an enchanted little paradise garden with all the erotic spring delight and lust of love! A nuptial garden of love is in my soul! But when I receive the English food, then I see the Eternal Wisdom sitting down like a divine ruler on her white throne inside my soul, I kneel before the divine ruler and worship her! But when I receive the English food.... Eve said: Man hu?... Adam said When the light-melting heavenly food dissolves within me, then I see the Eternal Wisdom like a bridal friend, like a beloved! In my soul there is a bridal chamber, a transfigured bedroom. Inside the transfigured bedroom is a transfigured bed, and in the transfigured bed lies the transfigured girlfriend, the beloved, and as we unite, she naked and I naked in the paradisiacal marriage bed of the heavenly bridal chamber inside the soul, bliss, divine bliss flows through me! Eve said: What is this, the divine bliss? Delight, said Adam, is Venus. For my beloved, the Eternal Wisdom, I call her Sophie, she is the true Venus Divina, and when the Venus of God, that is, the Beauty of God, gives herself to me completely, then the Venus of God gives me the bliss of God! Eve blushed and was silent. But Adam spoke: I heard the voice of the Lord, saying unto me, Take thee Eve's slip, the green fig-leaf, and go to the Euphrates in the Garden of Eden, and bury Eve's slip in the ground on the bank of the Euphrates. Then go to the Euphrates again after a year and dig for Eve's slip. Then you will see that Eve's panties have decayed and are no longer of any use. For behold, as Eve puts on her panties, so God wants to put on all mankind, but mankind turns away from God and does not want the love of God, they do not even want to hear the word of God's love! Eve said: Are you sure that was the voice of God? What does God know of my slip? Adam said: He is the inventor of sex!

Eve said: Adam, you are a true man, a man after God's own heart! You are the righteous one! You live in the state of righteousness! I admire the wisdom of thy reason! You have often been to me the voice, the oracle of Eternal Wisdom! Your mind is a treasury of good thoughts, your ideas are inspiring, with your enthusiasm you have often inflamed my spirit! I admire the strength and firmness of your heart! How often, when I was down and depressed, you lifted me up, gave me new courage, gave me new confidence in God! How often have you encouraged me and also strengthened my self-confidence! Where do you get your courage, Adam? Where do you get the trust in God and self-confidence of your heart, Adam? I am also fascinated by the power of your passion, by the fire of your desire, by the storm and urge of your lust! O you have the power of the serpent! How I feel desired as a woman! How I feel wanted, desired, loved in my femininity and corporeality! You are a true man, Adam, wise in spirit, strong in heart and passionate in desire! Therefore, you are the righteous one, for you are well-ordered before God! Adam said: Eve, you are a true woman, the true woman after the heart of God, you are the woman in and of herself, the absolute woman! Your heart is pure as the heart of a little child, you are of a heavenly innocence! You are full of goodness, an image of heavenly goodness! You are full of love for all creatures! You are full of intimate intimacy with God! You are humble before the eternal God and are modest, for you know what God has measured out to you, that you have received everything. You are not proud, haughty, arrogant! You are not hard-hearted, not stubborn, not obstinate! You are like the flowing water, the soft water that breaks the hard stone. You are of humility and kindness and gentleness. Your heart is of such gentleness as a reflection of the tenderness of God! You reflect the tenderness of God to all creatures! O when you stand enthroned before me, beloved Lady, your feet on the clouds, two seraphim at your feet, at your sides the heavenly gods who adore you, and you appear as the Queen of Heaven, a little bunny in your arms, you caress and stroke the little bunny as if it were the Son of God Himself! What tenderness of God is incarnated in you! What purity of heart, Eve, that you are like a pure crystal, completely transparent to the beauty and goodness of God! What purity of heart, Eve, that you have become a mirror for the glory of the Lord!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EVE‘S SONG

You are like the sunless

Grey day on young roses,

As I lay by your side

My heart stood still.

Pupurn I kissed your cheek,

Smiles flowed from your eyes.

My soul died,

You walked again through the winter.

Your sinful red lips

Are the pit of my death,

My virtue has fallen asleep

In the fragrance of your breath.

How intoxicated I have sunk,

I have drunk from the fountain,

Sink into the abyssal depths,

Sink into the realm of Gehenna.

O my white flowered body

Is aglow with thy breath,

My limbs tremble, quiver

Like the young rose bushes.

Yes, I follow you into the wild

To the land of sin, to the Southland,

Picking lilies along the way

And lose my homeland too!

Don't you know that you lie bound

In my fantasies?

You defeat me with kisses

In the nights, till the morning.

See the anemones glow

Reddish like a sea of fire.

I have looked in the chalice

All too deep, the chalice of sin.

Is sin rich in tears,

You'll die from my tears, too,

My hell is your heaven

And you melt in my blood.

Hot spring forces are driving,

Unbridled feelings

Drive me and the ideas

That attack me like panthers.

Oh, I wander through sunny days,

At night my cries resound,

My lust moans like torture,

I want to loosen all chains.

And I soar on my wings

Into the bosom of the valley of the sun,

I am conquered by the breath of May,

My love is without will.

Dearest, stay with me in the dark,

For I am afraid of the night wind.

I have suffered such pain,

Suffering from memories.

Do you hear how the storms howl,

Do you hear the bells ringing?

A thousand tears flow in secret

And wet my longing.

Your arm around my waist

You embrace me like a child.

Ah, I am a young girl,

Young wife, forsaken by God!

Dear, say beautiful things,

Sing me songs of love!

Say sweet flatteries!

And drive away the crows of death!

Dearest, do you see the ghosts?

Midnight on cloudy chariots

The souls of the dead take their leave.

Pluck them fruits of life!

My beloved, kiss, kiss

Me with hot tongues of fire,

Pour out your fountain of joy,

Flood me with lust!

For I sleep by a fountain,

Dream such beautiful dreams at night,

Dreaming of starlight and moonlight

And of the white foam of the sea.

Dreams of cypress beauty,

Dream of the blue flashes

Of your hot eye suns,

Hear thee jest with the fauns.

In the valley of the sun

Crimson roses as hot as fire.

Lilies white as church candles,

That overflow with myrrh.

My red lips glow,

My arms are like flames.

Come thou with me to the Southland,

To the sun of my embers!

My veins ache with lust,

With the wildness of my juices.

Crimson shells resplendent

Like the hot lips of women.

Purple garnets resplendent

Like the red mouth of love,

Like the blush of my cheeks,

White cheeks hot pubic red!

My skin, the southern tan,

Makes the mother-of-pearl shells glisten,

Shells as on strings of pearls,

And I braid my braids.

O how mother earth trembles,

How mother earth opens up,

How she thirsts for the ether,

For the storm of the celestial tides!

Hot desert winds moan

Like the breath of my longing,

Like the hot agony of longing!

Adam! Do you hear Eve's call?

Zebaoth speaks from the evening:

Thou wasteest love!

Take the pearls of my crown!

Let your blood turn to honey!

Drench thy red lips

With the perfume of sweet almonds!

You lavish your love on me,

Rejoicing adorn my feasts!

Black gloom shalt thou wreathe

With the gold of flowering umbels.

O garden shall thy heart be,

Garden where poets dream.

The home of all sunrises

Is the garden of thy heart.

Stars come at night and whisper

In the nights of thy garden.

Thou lavishest love!

Tendrils bear your arms,

And vines will comfort

God's paradise home woe!

EVE‘S SONG

Heaviness rises from the earth,

We suffocate in the lead haze.

But full of longing stretches and stretches

A conflagration of love!

Ah, it sounds from all the rivers

Eve's hymn, Adam's hymn,

Let us tear off our clothes:

I naked, you naked in the garden!

Take me, I am the spring,

Grab me around my waist!

Over hills, over cliffs!

See the blossoms in the grasses!

Blossoms among green grasses,

Grasses glistening with drops!

Scent of apples of paradise!

Sweet fragrance like a child's breath!

O I want to kiss the sun

For you with your light lips!

See from my bosom rise

God's soul - Dura Misha!

O how the soul of God trembles,

Rousing itself impetuously, powerfully,

Creating itself out of nothing,

God's soul - Dura Misha!

Do you know this hot bangling

Before the invisible deity,

Before the mysterious deity,

Before the soul of this divinity?

Oh hide me, beloved,

My wild fear and anguish

Turns shame-red on my cheeks,

Shame-red on my arched cheek!

Oh hide me, my beloved,

In the eye of dark nights.

All my days wear

Night black of my dark nights.

Graves tear open the caves,

Abyss talk to abyss!

O the graves full of desire

Are eager for the bodies!

This hot silence of death!

These screams of silent corpses!

Before the heart of hard death

Our lonelinesses rattle.

But how the soul of Eve grows

Over all the worlds!

Losing her beginning

Before the first dawn,

Across all time-eons

And the great world's end

Overflowing into the delights:

Eternities - eternities!

Do you see how death looks after us?

As if he had eyes,

Eyes that cannot weep!

Seas of tears are petrified!

Black are the eyes of death,

Look, the sun of God is looking,

Tongues of flame on the branches

Of the tree of knowledge!

Are we fleeing from our garden?

Are we fleeing from our love?

Have we driven ourselves

Out of the paradise of love?

Do you see God's soul smiling?

God's soul - God's Cupid -

God's Cupid - our child!

Bedded in forget-me-nots!

Do you see your Eve smiling,

Dear Adam, Eve smiling

At God's little child Cupid?

Do you see my enraptured smile?

Do comet stars dance

On mother earth's back?

These wild tails of fire,

That whip my loins!

These white embers of love,

That suns me, tans my limbs!

Am I dreaming drunk

With the soul of God?

Are the feverish embers in me,

That eat away my marrow,

The marrow of eternity,

The juice of resurrection?

How forgivingly Cupid smiles -

God's Cupid - our child!

God's Son will play with us

Again in paradise!

ADAM'S SONG

Darkness is on the earth,

As if God had died!

I want to bury myself in you,

Eve, to sink in you!

Tell me, do you love me, beloved?

Yes, I love you, my love!

Above this black earth

The morning stars are swaying!

You and I united, beloved,

On the morning star of love!

Behold, the WOMAN appeared: I am the eternal Paradise of the New Adam! In me, the eternal Paradise of God, the pleasure place of God, you will find more beauties and delights than you found in the Garden of Eden. Come to me, the WOMAN, and give yourselves to me, the WOMAN, I will be a paradise for you, an eternal place of pleasure!

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