Josef Maria Mayer
SONG 1
Celine is dead
Celine is dead!
What says the philosopher?
Does your philosophy help you?
Did she inventory
In the face of death?
Will you learn the Consolation of Philosophy
In the face of death
Of the woman who loved you,
Who gave you her children?
Are you confident
Of her immortality?
Not benefits you
Dialectical materialism!
Not benefits you
The doctrine of the superman!
Not benefits you
The doctrine of absolute nothingness!
Not benefits you
The doctrine of the harmony of man and nature!
Supposed to fly away her soul
Like an ethereal butterfly
In the vacuum of the Soul of the World?
Oh, go out into the garden of God;
Look at the tulips,
They are dressed mor nice
Than Solomon in all his glory!
Did you not proclaim the beauty
Of the garden in spring
To be the beauty of the creative spirit,
A creative beauty?
Look at the tulips
And pray to the Creator of the tulips,
Look at the smiling sun
And pray to the Creator of the sun!
Dear brothers, dear sisters,
Above this myriads of stars
Of the nocturnal firmament
Must dwell a loving Father!
But why do the world conqueror
Conquer the whole world?
Why do those in power
Make wars against each other?
Why desecrate the perverts
Little children's souls?
Why do the mothers kill
Their own fruits in their wombs?
Where does moral evil come from?
If man is born for evil,
That the very small infant greedy
The mother's breast bites?
And what about my soul?
I have two souls, alas, in my bosom?
And you, girlfriend, have you
Seven souls in your bosom?
My soul is female
And my true self is male?
Are all human souls
Female before God?
Or is the soul of the woman
In the unconscious a youth?
When did the soul
Come into the body of the womb?
What is the origin of the soul?
The soul is trapped
In the dungeon of a death body?
What should I say to those
Who believe in the transmigration of souls?
How big is the universe?
How did it originate?
As man was created?
What is the future
Of humanity on earth?
What is the future
Of the whole universe?
How many universes are there?
What does the man of God?
So many religions!
So many philosophies!
So many mystical teachings!
All knowledge
Of man on earth
Is work of pieces!
What, do you took advantage
In the doctrine of eudaimonia?
You have in all fields
Danced the belly dance,
You all have picked roses
And garlands wound,
You've been drinking fine wines
And delicious meals eaten.
You have despised the pious,
Mocked and ridiculed the pious.
He saw you in fact
As false coins,
Therefore you hated him.
Your grow up like laurel bushes,
Man you crowned
With laurel wreaths.
Recently they burned
Your dead body to ashes.
And her person?
What about her being proud?
It began with the death,
The dead material,
That developed
By chance God, the creator?
Somewhere on the edge
Of the number of universes
God brought forth the random
Of a thinking ape?
Oh, the earth spoke to Venus,
I am very sick!
What did you do, Earth, Venus said.
I, spoke the earth,
I have Homo sapiens!
Venus spoke to the earth:
Take heart, it will pass.
Such wicked jokes
Told the scientific sinners
And with the cynical fun
They cloaked
The futility of their doctrine.
Everything is meaningless,
Senselessness of absurdities!
Everything is illusion,
Delusions of the insane!
How could we hope
In the storms of fate to stand fast?
So I salute the girl hope:
Salve, Spes unica!
The dangerous power of the instincts
And the mindless violence of fate!
Your instincts are predators!
A greedy wolf
Is the greed for money.
Whoever loves money,
Will be never in peace.
The love of money
Is the root of all evil.
A roaring lion
Is the lust for power.
The rulers oppress
The nations, as you know.
But the Lord cast down the mighty
Of their proud thrones.
A black panther is
The greed of arousal.
Fornicators
And the dogs
Will not inherit heaven.
If the storms of fate
Shake you, that you go down,
If the adverse fate
As a foaming sea
Foaming at the rock,
If the ship of your soul
Is hurled around
In the sea of your passions,
If your troubled shoots
Rob you of your peace of mind,
If the ship of your life
On the sea of passions
Shipwrecked,
Cry Ave, Spes unica!
A sacred voice but
Is in your consciense
And command thee categorically:
Be good
And seek the truth!
The conscience,
The basic belief
Dares to you, that you
Can fulfill his commandment,
That talks with divine voice:
Man, be good
And seek the truth!
SONG 2
People flee over,
Where did they go, what has been?
My grandmother is gone
And away are her heavenly eyes.
My mother's sister is gone
And away is her snow-white hair.
My father is gone
And away is his reliable power.
Than the beloved of my youth is gone
And away are her magnificent breasts.
Where have they gone, the dead?
Where is Father Goethe that I may talk to him,
Where Pushkin and Byron are now,
Where now converts Hölderlin’s shade?
What is eternity?
Not a myriad of years,
But an eternal Now,
And not yet solidified this live,
But the fullness of life.
And now I turn
To Eternal Wisdom,
She is inexhaustible,
With emerging efforts
I study the wisdom of the East,
The wisdom of the Egyptians,
The wisdom of the Greeks,
Especially the beloved Plato,
I study the wisdom of the Jews,
Moses and David and the prophets
And the mystical Kabbalah,
I study the wisdom of the Church Fathers,
Especially the great Augustine,
I'm studying German mysticism
And the Spanish mystics,
Teresa of Avila, John of the Cross,
I study the wisdom
Of the German time of genius, Goethe,
And study the wisdom of popes,
Especially Saint John Paul the Great,
Infinite research
About the boundless wisdom of God.
And her spirits of heaven,
Your blissful dead,
Blessed her and praise her holy
And all the choirs of angels,
Also you are eternal, unfathomable,
The Eternal Wisdom.
The soul is by nature
Religious and investigated
The ground of all being,
The highest and final goal.
All human souls
Are created
In the image and likeness of Christ,
That is the reason why every soul
Is Christian by nature,
And the wisdom of the soul
Is the divine and catholic
Faith in God.
The God of the Philosophers
Is the Ground of Being,
His self is a supernatural being,
First cause of all existence,
Unmoved principal agent
Of all the movements of this life.
This ground of all being
Is inside all beings
As the moving force
And this eternal primordial
Is the final and ultimate goal
Of all created beings.
This doctrine developed
Aristotle, he who raised
The young Alexander
And played with Phryne,
She loves to ride on his back.
In the consciousness of the soul,
In the knowledge of reason,
Is the consciousness of obligation,
Is an absolute entitlement,
To be good, to be truthful.
Man feels
In his soul’s knowing
The call to be good.
And therefore suffers the soul
Earthly unjustice,
Because the soul sees on earth
Injustice at places of justice
And the greed of the lawyer.
Behold the wicked to be rich,
The atheists are famous.
But the righteous is lonely,
The righteous man is despised.
The earthly justice is in fact
A scream to heaven to end injustice!
Now my thoughts wander
To the wild man of the past.
They too had been religious.
Even her lover died.
She also dreamed spooky
Of her dead lover
And thought about
A life after death.
As a female beloved had died,
There was a picture of painting,
Beautiful as she was on earth,
And her lover prayed before the image
And called her a goddess.
As a loving father had died,
He had been worshiped after death
As a helpful spirit,
Yes, as a Father God.
The lawsuits are infinite,
The righteous suffers.
The wicked are rich,
The saints live in poverty.
The atheists rule,
The godly are persecuted.
The children in the womb
Are killed.
Where is there on earth
Justice for these children?
The whole life would be unjust
If not in God
Retaliation would be done,
Justice before God
In eternity.
I confess to you, my brothers,
That to my liking
The people talk too bad
Of God's righteousness.
The righteous judge
Is all set up,
The earth
For God and the sake of good
Injustice suffered,
Injustice of judges,
Injustice of lawyers,
Injustice of presidents,
Whether they're talking about justice
Even the most flowery.
God creates
Everlasting righteousness!
I hear much talk about Egypt
And the mysteries of the Egyptians.
They also studied the life everlasting.
They suspected the immortality of the soul
And dreamed of a bodily resurrection.
So they anointed the Pharaohs
To Mummies for the resurrection.
They sensed a judgment of the dead.
Her deceased God
That risen was in the Hereafter,
Was the Judge of all the dead
And weighed the soul
On the scales of justice.
Yes, justice!
No peace without justice!
No love without justice!
Holy is God's justice,
Holy, holy, eternal justice!
But also the beauty is sacred!
Look at the beauty
Of nature in spring,
How everything proclaims resurrection
And eternal life
And the triumph of love
And the jubilant hymn of light!
Look at the love in
The turtle dove for her companion,
The butterflies couples
And the bee to the rose!
Oh, what a mother's love
In the breast of the female robin!
Oh, what a father's love
In the heart of the male robin!
And look at the moon,
Not to throw him a kiss,
And marvel at Orion and the Big Dipper
And look at the southern cape of hope
The stars of the Carina Nebula,
The heavens declare
The glory of God!
Dance until morning, Venus,
To my lyre of the swan!
All this has created a God!
In view of the Milky Way
Aristotle spoke
From the evidence of God!
SONG 3
People I've met,
Who questioned whether it would be useful
To ask about the meaning of life.
But if a man thinks,
It was all pointless,
He can only despair.
But what is the meaning of life?
What is the meaning that I am I?
What is the meaning that I am
And no not me?
What is the meaning that there is the world,
And not the things are not?
The meaning of the life of a person
Is so mysterious
As the mystery of the person is,
That borders to the mystery of God.
Do not all strive for happiness?
Even if a man wants to die,
So just to be happy.
All revolutions sought
The happiness of mankind.
All love seeks happiness.
And Nietzsche was right with the sentence:
All joy wants eternity,
Want deep profound eternity!
The truth is desirable!
Maybe there are people who
The neighbours likes to cheat,
But nobody likes to be cheated.
But what is truth?
Pontius Pilate asked that the Messiah.
The truth is veiled,
Sevenfold veiled
Like the statue of Isis at Sais.
Who lifted the veil of the truth,
What did he saw then?
But it is absurd
To talk about different truths
Which are contradictory.
The truth can only be one
And is located in harmony.
The truth has to be
Absolute truth.
Physical love
God creates
Everlasting righteousness!
I hear much talk about Egypt
And the mysteries of the Egyptians.
They also studied the life everlasting.
They suspected the immortality of the soul
And dreamed of a bodily resurrection.
So they anointed the Pharaohs
To Mummies for the resurrection.
They sensed a judgment of the dead.
Her deceased God
That risen was in the Hereafter,
Was the Judge of all the dead
And weighed the soul
On the scales of justice.
Yes, justice!
No peace without justice!
No love without justice!
Holy is God's justice,
Holy, holy, eternal justice!
But also the beauty is sacred!
Look at the beauty
Of nature in spring,
How everything proclaims resurrection
And eternal life
And the triumph of love
And the jubilant hymn of light!
Look at the love in
The turtle dove for her companion,
The butterflies couples
And the bee to the rose!
Oh, what a mother's love
In the breast of the female robin!
Oh, what a father's love
In the heart of the male robin!
And look at the moon,
Not to throw him a kiss,
And marvel at Orion and the Big Dipper
And look at the southern cape of hope
The stars of the Carina Nebula,
The heavens declare
The glory of God!
Dance until morning, Venus,
To my lyre of the swan!
All this has created a God!
In view of the Milky Way
Aristotle spoke
From the evidence of God!
SONG 3
People I've met,
Who questioned whether it would be useful
To ask about the meaning of life.
But if a man thinks,
It was all pointless,
He can only despair.
But what is the meaning of life?
What is the meaning that I am I?
What is the meaning that I am
And no not me?
What is the meaning that there is the world,
And not the things are not?
The meaning of the life of a person
Is so mysterious
As the mystery of the person is,
That borders to the mystery of God.
Do not all strive for happiness?
Even if a man wants to die,
So just to be happy.
All revolutions sought
The happiness of mankind.
All love seeks happiness.
And Nietzsche was right with the sentence:
All joy wants eternity,
Want deep profound eternity!
The truth is desirable!
Maybe there are people who
The neighbours likes to cheat,
But nobody likes to be cheated.
But what is truth?
Pontius Pilate asked that the Messiah.
The truth is veiled,
Sevenfold veiled
Like the statue of Isis at Sais.
Who lifted the veil of the truth,
What did he saw then?
But it is absurd
To talk about different truths
Which are contradictory.
The truth can only be one
And is located in harmony.
The truth has to be
Absolute truth.
Physical love
Did not satisfy me,
You give me the test about that, sweetheart.
What is the use of nature?
The trees do not comfort!
And there is no wine goblet,
Which is as big as my thirst!
And the fire of my love
Does not erase the Pacific Ocean!
What satisfies the people
That want everything and all?
Even them does not satisfy all,
They want more than anything!
Thousand nights with the most beautiful Houri
Are not enough for me,
I want Arabian Nights
With seventy-two Houris.
All I want and more!
The source of wisdom
Should I soak completely!
I want all and want more than anything
And no love is enough
Than absolute, boundless love,
God's love!
The completion of the human
Will not be achieved on earth.
Even on his bed of death
Lyes the dying man to the nurse.
The completion of the human
And his Purgatory to become pure gold
Extends into eternity.
We are humanists, girlfriend,
But transcendental humanist,
For man is perfected
In the divine transcendence.
I want to be a true man!
I want to be a holy man!
I want to be more than a superman,
I wanna be a God-man
By the grace of God’s mercy!
Our dead are not dead,
They are such good spirits around us.
When I am in the dark night,
The deepest depression,
The biting frost,
Must walk on the board of Styx,
Where are teeming rats,
Then I hear behind me
As a Shepherd goes there
Pope John Paul the Great.
And when I bathe
And throw myself into the breakwater,
Than stands before me
As emerged from the spray
Celina in her complete form!
And if I want to buy me something,
With the last penny
Want to buy a good book,
Then passed my dead father
And providing Plato's Republic in my hands.
And my grandmother, the great angel,
Preaches to me in the tele-vision,
That God loves me as a mother!
Ah, the earthly happiness!
I was looking for that in my youth.
But life gave
More disappointment and loss
And finally suffering,
Suffering of love,
Suffering of the depression,
Unbearable pain of the soul!
Ah, the earthly happiness!
And if you collect too
One thousand of fortunes,
In death, they all are lost,
So it is not as won.
Earthly happiness
Is not the star of my life,
Rather suffering with Christ.
And yet is created man
Called to happiness,
To eternal happiness!
Eternal happiness!
Eternal salvation of the soul,
The bliss for ever and ever,
That's my theory
Of the transcendental eudaimonia!
We like to call it
Joys of paradise!
Délice éternelle!
So I strive for Wisdom.
O abundance of questions!
O severity of the puzzle!
As I listen to the dialogues
Of Pythagoras and Empedocles,
The debates
Of Parmenides and Heraclitus,
Listen Democritus and Epicurus
And Socrates
And his disciple Plato
And his disciple Aristotle
And at last Epictetus.
Who wants to be wise,
He has to live lonely and silent.
In my hermitage
Inmidst of the world,
Ah, abandoned by all,
Ah, forgotten by all,
I’m living only with the dead,
Faithful in their love.
But there is such a moment of grace,
Because I'm lonely
In my hermit's cell,
Since it is dark,
And suddenly appears
In the form of Hostia Immaculata
The Divine Sapience to me!
Lady Wisdom soaks me
With the source of wisdom,
I kiss the Lady Wisdom,
I hug
And unite myself entirely with her!
And She says:
After the purgatory
Celine is living for ever
In the joys of paradise,
In the eternal summer of Heaven
In the ocean of Beautiful Love,
Illuminated by the sun of Christ.
Celine is already
Very young and very beautiful!
She celebrates Easter with you today!
You're going to see her again,
To see Celine again
In the eternal summer of paradise
In the ocean of Beautiful Love!
SONG 4
We are not made for the earth,
Not for the fleeting earthly pleasures,
Not for the bubbles of happiness,
Not for the foam of pleasure,
Not for the tears of longing,
Not for the pain of the scorned,
Not for the pain of depression,
Not for the cancer,
Not for the dust of the grave,
We are not made for death!
We are not made for naught,
Our goal is not the destruction,
Not the extinction of nowhere,
The resolution is not the person in the void,
We are not made for the eternal death!
We are made for eternity.
But what,
If the road to eternity is
The path that leads through death?
But what, if the way to the joys of paradise
Is the way that goes beyond the cross?
But what, if the path to communion with God
Leads through the night of loneliness?
O night of loneliness!
God willing, I will love you!
In my youth I sang:
Beautiful loneliness,
When shall we meet again?
Celine, you were also in the night,
In the night of loneliness,
In the night of the agony!
And that was your breakthrough:
Christ crucified!
And Christ was your breakthrough
To the beautiful eternity!
For ever and ever,
From glory to glory
Will you now be transfigured
To the glory of God!
For in eternity thou shalt
Goddess be in the Triune God!
Gloria Patria et Filia
Et Sancta Spirita!
The pain wants that I believe no one,
The suffering that deepens the faith.
Did you have knowledge, knowledge from books,
This is foolishness before God.
But in the night of the Cross
Divine wisdom is poured out.
Who is not with the divine wisdom
Being crucified together,
His practical wisdom and worldly knowledge
Is foolishness before God.
The road to the divine wisdom
Is a journey through the dark night.
Led it be God’s hand,
To guide you in your own night,
Whether it's the Night of the Soul,
The night of nothingness,
The night of thirst,
The night of loneliness.
Entrust you to the Star of the Sea,
If you are in the dark night,
You shall walk upon the sea!
And do not forget the beauty!
Do not forget the young girl
In the airy white dress!
Do not forget the tame sheep
With eyes like jewels!
Do not forget the black mare
With the name of an Indian goddess!
Do not forget the doves
In the tops of social chestnuts!
Do not forget the fruit juice,
Do not forget the wine!
And consider what the poet says!
All other mortals
Plagued with everyday concerns,
But our poet
Loves the Almighty Father’s
Eldest daughter,
His lap child, his favorite!
Elect her to be your goddess!
And let her alone the glory
Of the lady in your house!
Two beautiful graces
God sent from heaven;
The one grace is love,
The other is the grace of friendship.
Oh, it was beautiful,
When love
Was joined to me!
How beautiful life is
In the light of love,
Under the wings of love!
If you love the smiles,
When you love kisses,
When you love, you yourself surrender,
And you have an idea of the Divine!
Even the most hardened atheist
Get an idea of the divine,
If his love hugs
With his wings spread out!
The fire of love
Is like a napalm bomb,
Even the Pacific Ocean
Can not delete the fire of love!
And that love is a gift from God
And that love is stronger than death
And even after death
Is the beautiful love loving you!
Oh, it was beautiful,
Living in the blessing of
The grace of friendship!
Loyal companionship,
That didn’t leave you alone,
The says to you how valuable you are,
How important you are a human,
You on the edge of the grave did not leave her,
It is a blessing and a grace!
Friendship is a smiling grace,
Side by side
She walks with you through all the hardships
Up in the white light of heaven!
Friendship is a charitable gift,
That to thy passions
Gives peace of mind.
Friendship can let taste you
The sweetness of the friendship of God!
Jesus calls you no more a servant,
Jesus calls you a friend.
Even the dark nights
Are a special grace.
The atheists do not know,
The eastern Theosophists do not know,
The Gnostic heretics do not know,
The Protestants do not know it.
Do you want to understand this grace?
She is impossible to understand!
There will always remain a mystery,
How the bridal soul
Weds the bridegroom who is the crucified!
But let's teach you
Juan de la Cruz,
When the night of the senses come upon thee,
The night of the soul, the night of the spirit,
The night of faith, the night of nothingness,
The night of thirst
And the night of the total human solitude!
Then you will be married
In the thorny bed of the Cross
To the Eternal Wisdom,
The thick of the night
Steeped me her source.
What is the body, what is the body,
And what is the soul?
Is the soul in the body
Or is the body in the soul?
Do you have an ulcer in your head,
Then the whole soul
Is suffering in the ulcer in your head?
And when the soul
Is released from the body,
Is sucked out
In the hour of death
And flys upwards
Toward the light,
In the hour of trial
Her intellectual conscience
You give me the test about that, sweetheart.
What is the use of nature?
The trees do not comfort!
And there is no wine goblet,
Which is as big as my thirst!
And the fire of my love
Does not erase the Pacific Ocean!
What satisfies the people
That want everything and all?
Even them does not satisfy all,
They want more than anything!
Thousand nights with the most beautiful Houri
Are not enough for me,
I want Arabian Nights
With seventy-two Houris.
All I want and more!
The source of wisdom
Should I soak completely!
I want all and want more than anything
And no love is enough
Than absolute, boundless love,
God's love!
The completion of the human
Will not be achieved on earth.
Even on his bed of death
Lyes the dying man to the nurse.
The completion of the human
And his Purgatory to become pure gold
Extends into eternity.
We are humanists, girlfriend,
But transcendental humanist,
For man is perfected
In the divine transcendence.
I want to be a true man!
I want to be a holy man!
I want to be more than a superman,
I wanna be a God-man
By the grace of God’s mercy!
Our dead are not dead,
They are such good spirits around us.
When I am in the dark night,
The deepest depression,
The biting frost,
Must walk on the board of Styx,
Where are teeming rats,
Then I hear behind me
As a Shepherd goes there
Pope John Paul the Great.
And when I bathe
And throw myself into the breakwater,
Than stands before me
As emerged from the spray
Celina in her complete form!
And if I want to buy me something,
With the last penny
Want to buy a good book,
Then passed my dead father
And providing Plato's Republic in my hands.
And my grandmother, the great angel,
Preaches to me in the tele-vision,
That God loves me as a mother!
Ah, the earthly happiness!
I was looking for that in my youth.
But life gave
More disappointment and loss
And finally suffering,
Suffering of love,
Suffering of the depression,
Unbearable pain of the soul!
Ah, the earthly happiness!
And if you collect too
One thousand of fortunes,
In death, they all are lost,
So it is not as won.
Earthly happiness
Is not the star of my life,
Rather suffering with Christ.
And yet is created man
Called to happiness,
To eternal happiness!
Eternal happiness!
Eternal salvation of the soul,
The bliss for ever and ever,
That's my theory
Of the transcendental eudaimonia!
We like to call it
Joys of paradise!
Délice éternelle!
So I strive for Wisdom.
O abundance of questions!
O severity of the puzzle!
As I listen to the dialogues
Of Pythagoras and Empedocles,
The debates
Of Parmenides and Heraclitus,
Listen Democritus and Epicurus
And Socrates
And his disciple Plato
And his disciple Aristotle
And at last Epictetus.
Who wants to be wise,
He has to live lonely and silent.
In my hermitage
Inmidst of the world,
Ah, abandoned by all,
Ah, forgotten by all,
I’m living only with the dead,
Faithful in their love.
But there is such a moment of grace,
Because I'm lonely
In my hermit's cell,
Since it is dark,
And suddenly appears
In the form of Hostia Immaculata
The Divine Sapience to me!
Lady Wisdom soaks me
With the source of wisdom,
I kiss the Lady Wisdom,
I hug
And unite myself entirely with her!
And She says:
After the purgatory
Celine is living for ever
In the joys of paradise,
In the eternal summer of Heaven
In the ocean of Beautiful Love,
Illuminated by the sun of Christ.
Celine is already
Very young and very beautiful!
She celebrates Easter with you today!
You're going to see her again,
To see Celine again
In the eternal summer of paradise
In the ocean of Beautiful Love!
SONG 4
We are not made for the earth,
Not for the fleeting earthly pleasures,
Not for the bubbles of happiness,
Not for the foam of pleasure,
Not for the tears of longing,
Not for the pain of the scorned,
Not for the pain of depression,
Not for the cancer,
Not for the dust of the grave,
We are not made for death!
We are not made for naught,
Our goal is not the destruction,
Not the extinction of nowhere,
The resolution is not the person in the void,
We are not made for the eternal death!
We are made for eternity.
But what,
If the road to eternity is
The path that leads through death?
But what, if the way to the joys of paradise
Is the way that goes beyond the cross?
But what, if the path to communion with God
Leads through the night of loneliness?
O night of loneliness!
God willing, I will love you!
In my youth I sang:
Beautiful loneliness,
When shall we meet again?
Celine, you were also in the night,
In the night of loneliness,
In the night of the agony!
And that was your breakthrough:
Christ crucified!
And Christ was your breakthrough
To the beautiful eternity!
For ever and ever,
From glory to glory
Will you now be transfigured
To the glory of God!
For in eternity thou shalt
Goddess be in the Triune God!
Gloria Patria et Filia
Et Sancta Spirita!
The pain wants that I believe no one,
The suffering that deepens the faith.
Did you have knowledge, knowledge from books,
This is foolishness before God.
But in the night of the Cross
Divine wisdom is poured out.
Who is not with the divine wisdom
Being crucified together,
His practical wisdom and worldly knowledge
Is foolishness before God.
The road to the divine wisdom
Is a journey through the dark night.
Led it be God’s hand,
To guide you in your own night,
Whether it's the Night of the Soul,
The night of nothingness,
The night of thirst,
The night of loneliness.
Entrust you to the Star of the Sea,
If you are in the dark night,
You shall walk upon the sea!
And do not forget the beauty!
Do not forget the young girl
In the airy white dress!
Do not forget the tame sheep
With eyes like jewels!
Do not forget the black mare
With the name of an Indian goddess!
Do not forget the doves
In the tops of social chestnuts!
Do not forget the fruit juice,
Do not forget the wine!
And consider what the poet says!
All other mortals
Plagued with everyday concerns,
But our poet
Loves the Almighty Father’s
Eldest daughter,
His lap child, his favorite!
Elect her to be your goddess!
And let her alone the glory
Of the lady in your house!
Two beautiful graces
God sent from heaven;
The one grace is love,
The other is the grace of friendship.
Oh, it was beautiful,
When love
Was joined to me!
How beautiful life is
In the light of love,
Under the wings of love!
If you love the smiles,
When you love kisses,
When you love, you yourself surrender,
And you have an idea of the Divine!
Even the most hardened atheist
Get an idea of the divine,
If his love hugs
With his wings spread out!
The fire of love
Is like a napalm bomb,
Even the Pacific Ocean
Can not delete the fire of love!
And that love is a gift from God
And that love is stronger than death
And even after death
Is the beautiful love loving you!
Oh, it was beautiful,
Living in the blessing of
The grace of friendship!
Loyal companionship,
That didn’t leave you alone,
The says to you how valuable you are,
How important you are a human,
You on the edge of the grave did not leave her,
It is a blessing and a grace!
Friendship is a smiling grace,
Side by side
She walks with you through all the hardships
Up in the white light of heaven!
Friendship is a charitable gift,
That to thy passions
Gives peace of mind.
Friendship can let taste you
The sweetness of the friendship of God!
Jesus calls you no more a servant,
Jesus calls you a friend.
Even the dark nights
Are a special grace.
The atheists do not know,
The eastern Theosophists do not know,
The Gnostic heretics do not know,
The Protestants do not know it.
Do you want to understand this grace?
She is impossible to understand!
There will always remain a mystery,
How the bridal soul
Weds the bridegroom who is the crucified!
But let's teach you
Juan de la Cruz,
When the night of the senses come upon thee,
The night of the soul, the night of the spirit,
The night of faith, the night of nothingness,
The night of thirst
And the night of the total human solitude!
Then you will be married
In the thorny bed of the Cross
To the Eternal Wisdom,
The thick of the night
Steeped me her source.
What is the body, what is the body,
And what is the soul?
Is the soul in the body
Or is the body in the soul?
Do you have an ulcer in your head,
Then the whole soul
Is suffering in the ulcer in your head?
And when the soul
Is released from the body,
Is sucked out
In the hour of death
And flys upwards
Toward the light,
In the hour of trial
Her intellectual conscience
Is proofed.
The body is then laid
In the womb of mother earth
And forgets,
And primroses bloom on your grave.
The soul, however,
In the hour of death
Is touched by grace
And mercy of Jesus,
Goes to her deification.
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The body is then laid
In the womb of mother earth
And forgets,
And primroses bloom on your grave.
The soul, however,
In the hour of death
Is touched by grace
And mercy of Jesus,
Goes to her deification.
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The human soul
Is a battlefield
Where a battle takes place,
A dramatic battle
Between the forces of evil
And the power of good.
The forces of evil
Offer to your body
The wildest erotic,
Offer to your soul
The consolation of King Alcohol
And the false paradise of the drug,
And offer to your spirit
The false gods of the world
And the demons of the elements.
Fight against the evil
With the grace of purity,
Asceticism and penance,
Repentance and prayer.
In the body of man
Awaken desires,
Lust of the eyes and lust of the flesh,
In the soul of man
Awakens the false doctrine
Of hedonism,
In the spirit of man
Awaken the demons
Of the heresy of Gnosticism
Or even the worship of Satan.
On the other hand clean the body
Through fasting,
Purify the soul
By unceasing prayer
And the spirit of man cleans itself
By listening to the Word of God
In the Holy Scripture and the teachings of the Church.
There are people who suffer
A sick soul,
Great loneliness
And the rejection by the neighbor.
This fight is the good fight of faith,
If you offer your daily crosses
As a sacrifice on the altar
Of divine mercy.
In the state responsible
Are the workers and the peasants
And the merchants
For the needs
Of the body, food and drink,
A house and clothes.
For the fortitude of the heart
Are the warriors responsible,
That watch with heroism
About the safety of the souls.
The needs of the spirit
Concerns to the poet,
As long as they do not follow heathen fables,
But above all
The philosophers who teach truth.
The physical objects
Should be governed
By knights and heroes,
And the militant stands
Should be governed
By the wise men
Or a philosopher
At the head of the state.
The body has instincts,
He wants to eat and drink
And wants sexually reproduce,
These desires of the body
Should be in the people
Governed by the soul,
The love of wealth
And the power of self-control,
But the powers of the soul
Should be ruled in the people
By the spirit who knows God
Through the teaching of Wisdom.
Such is the fair state,
So the righteous man.
The spirit of wisdom reigns
A heart full of heroism,
And the powers of the heart
With his love of wealth
Govern the body
With all his instincts.
As I write this,
I listen to the beatification of
Pope John Paul the Great.
Many a night he comes
To me in my dreams.
At midnight, I hear
His voice on the radio
Praying the rosary
And the Litany of Loretto
And the Salve Regina.
His motto was:
Totus tuus ego sum!
I'm totaly yours, o Mary!
This is my motto also.
As soon as I leave my house,
I say to the Pieta:
Totus tuus!
I read his poems
And I read his plays
And I have watched the movies
About his life
And had to weep
In my sweet emotion.
When he died,
I saw in the television
The images of his life
And saw his sweet face
As an icon of the Father.
And I felt that Mary said,
Go and choose the Pope
John Paul the Great
For you daddy
And your protector!
I wrote him a letter once
With a litany of Mary's names
And he wished me
God's faithful protection
And the joy of the Holy Spirit.
Viva il Pappa!
Cried the Romans before the Vatican,
And I took the Blessed
As my daddy in heaven.
The true man I sing,
Not the impious supermen,
That broke the covenant with God,
But the real man,
The whole man was united with God,
The God-man to the people I want to sing.
What it means to be truly human?
Watch the life
Of Jesus of Nazareth,
So shall be the person,
For Jesus is a true man
And true God.
Who lived with him,
Peter and the sons of Zebedee,
Madelaine and Susan
And the Blessed Virgin testify:
The crucified died,
To be resurrected from death!
He is the firstborn from the dead;
So even our dead
Will all be resurrected,
The evil to Judgement,
The people of good will but
Resurrect to eternal life
In the pleasures of paradise!
Here is more than Socrates,
More than mere immortality of the soul,
Here is the resurrection of the flesh.
Here is more than a philosopher,
Here is the Divine Wisdom herself!
Here, a greater than Solomon,
Here is the Sapience herself!
And you beloved, Celine,
You have in your hour of death
Spoken before the Hostia Immaculata:
I desire for the Communion!
Christ is risen,
He is truly risen!
So you also will,
Celine, resurrect!
So will I,
Beloved, resurrect!
Is a battlefield
Where a battle takes place,
A dramatic battle
Between the forces of evil
And the power of good.
The forces of evil
Offer to your body
The wildest erotic,
Offer to your soul
The consolation of King Alcohol
And the false paradise of the drug,
And offer to your spirit
The false gods of the world
And the demons of the elements.
Fight against the evil
With the grace of purity,
Asceticism and penance,
Repentance and prayer.
In the body of man
Awaken desires,
Lust of the eyes and lust of the flesh,
In the soul of man
Awakens the false doctrine
Of hedonism,
In the spirit of man
Awaken the demons
Of the heresy of Gnosticism
Or even the worship of Satan.
On the other hand clean the body
Through fasting,
Purify the soul
By unceasing prayer
And the spirit of man cleans itself
By listening to the Word of God
In the Holy Scripture and the teachings of the Church.
There are people who suffer
A sick soul,
Great loneliness
And the rejection by the neighbor.
This fight is the good fight of faith,
If you offer your daily crosses
As a sacrifice on the altar
Of divine mercy.
In the state responsible
Are the workers and the peasants
And the merchants
For the needs
Of the body, food and drink,
A house and clothes.
For the fortitude of the heart
Are the warriors responsible,
That watch with heroism
About the safety of the souls.
The needs of the spirit
Concerns to the poet,
As long as they do not follow heathen fables,
But above all
The philosophers who teach truth.
The physical objects
Should be governed
By knights and heroes,
And the militant stands
Should be governed
By the wise men
Or a philosopher
At the head of the state.
The body has instincts,
He wants to eat and drink
And wants sexually reproduce,
These desires of the body
Should be in the people
Governed by the soul,
The love of wealth
And the power of self-control,
But the powers of the soul
Should be ruled in the people
By the spirit who knows God
Through the teaching of Wisdom.
Such is the fair state,
So the righteous man.
The spirit of wisdom reigns
A heart full of heroism,
And the powers of the heart
With his love of wealth
Govern the body
With all his instincts.
As I write this,
I listen to the beatification of
Pope John Paul the Great.
Many a night he comes
To me in my dreams.
At midnight, I hear
His voice on the radio
Praying the rosary
And the Litany of Loretto
And the Salve Regina.
His motto was:
Totus tuus ego sum!
I'm totaly yours, o Mary!
This is my motto also.
As soon as I leave my house,
I say to the Pieta:
Totus tuus!
I read his poems
And I read his plays
And I have watched the movies
About his life
And had to weep
In my sweet emotion.
When he died,
I saw in the television
The images of his life
And saw his sweet face
As an icon of the Father.
And I felt that Mary said,
Go and choose the Pope
John Paul the Great
For you daddy
And your protector!
I wrote him a letter once
With a litany of Mary's names
And he wished me
God's faithful protection
And the joy of the Holy Spirit.
Viva il Pappa!
Cried the Romans before the Vatican,
And I took the Blessed
As my daddy in heaven.
The true man I sing,
Not the impious supermen,
That broke the covenant with God,
But the real man,
The whole man was united with God,
The God-man to the people I want to sing.
What it means to be truly human?
Watch the life
Of Jesus of Nazareth,
So shall be the person,
For Jesus is a true man
And true God.
Who lived with him,
Peter and the sons of Zebedee,
Madelaine and Susan
And the Blessed Virgin testify:
The crucified died,
To be resurrected from death!
He is the firstborn from the dead;
So even our dead
Will all be resurrected,
The evil to Judgement,
The people of good will but
Resurrect to eternal life
In the pleasures of paradise!
Here is more than Socrates,
More than mere immortality of the soul,
Here is the resurrection of the flesh.
Here is more than a philosopher,
Here is the Divine Wisdom herself!
Here, a greater than Solomon,
Here is the Sapience herself!
And you beloved, Celine,
You have in your hour of death
Spoken before the Hostia Immaculata:
I desire for the Communion!
Christ is risen,
He is truly risen!
So you also will,
Celine, resurrect!
So will I,
Beloved, resurrect!
