By Josef Maria Mayer
SONNETS TO MARY
I
Hail, O you, through whom
joy will shine forth!
You are the heavenly joy in my innermost soul!
You are the heavenly joy in my innermost soul!
You came from Heaven above
in an apparition,
I saw you in the holy church
on your feast-day.
You are the virgin crowned
with glistering stars,
Your long black hair is
flowing down your back.
You showed my the way, the
way of new life,
You brought me hope, that
God has a future for me.
You are the light of my
path, the way of my life,
I saw you kneeling at the
holy communion.
The love of Jesus comes to
me through your hands,
The love of God through the
hands of an heavenly woman.
I consecrate my lifetime and
my eternity
To Lady Wisdom and the
Virgin Mary!
II
Hail, O you, through whom
the curse will disappear!
You come to me, and the
she-devil goes away,
Now far away is the Gnostic
occultism,
Far away is the spirituality
of the hags.
No more I will pray to the
goddess of the heathen
And her hero, the god of the
heathen, Satan!
I’m not fallen in love with
the she-devil Lilith,
No longer a victim of her
sex-appeal.
You are the Mother of God
and shall be blessed
And blessed be the fruit of
your sacred womb!
You are the Immaculate
Conception, virgin,
Your holy purity drives the
demons out.
You are my only love, my
lady and my bride,
I will love no other woman
than you!
III
Hail, O restoration of the fallen Adam!
I dreamt that I was Adam in
Eden’s garden
And God made out of my rip
the naked Eve
And I and Eve were naked in
the garden.
I dreamt that Eve closed
herself in a purple mantle,
I spoke to Eve: Why did you
close yourself
In a purple mantle? I want
to see you naked
As I saw you in the
beginning in Eden.
You are the bone of my bone,
the flesh of my flesh,
You are the heart of my
heart, the soul of my soul,
O Eve, you are the woman of
my dreams,
You are the ideal of my
dreaming spirit!
O help me, Mary: Eve is not
in love!
Be you my beloved, O Mary,
Second Eve!
IV
Hail, O redemption of the tears of Eve!
I saw the beautiful Eve, I
saw her sadness,
I saw the mother of the
living sorrowful weeping,
I saw the mother weeping
over her children.
O Queen of Heaven, gather
the tears of Eve,
Gather her tears and
transform them into pearls,
Gather the tears of Eve like
wine in a cup,
And let them be pearls in
her heavenly crown of beauty!
O Jesus, you are the
consolation of Eve,
You are the lover of the
poor and the looser,
You are the consolation of
the afflicted,
O Jesus, come to Eve and
love her soul!
O Second Eve, take you the
hands of Eve
And bring her to the wedding
feast of Jesus!
V
Hail, O peak above the reach
of human thought!
The protestants in their
manly rationalism
Can’t find you, though they
read the Holy Scripture,
O help the protestants to
see you, Mary!
I love the philosopher Plato
and his ideas,
He was a visionary seer of
beauty.
The poets in their idealism
love
The goddess of beauty, but
not the Virgin Mary.
Even many priests are
lukewarm in love
To the Queen of Peace, the
Mother of God.
Believer, you need an
heavenly revelation
About the mystery of the
heavenly virgin!
Who really sees Jesus, sees
at the right hand of Jesus
His mother, the virgin of
the revelation!
VI
Hail, O depth even beyond the sight of angels!
You are the depth of wisdom, the depth of love,
You are the silence of the
night of the soul
And the ocean of eternal
bliss!
The women are searching in
the depth of Satan,
They are searching in the
night with magic charms,
They consecrate themselves
to angels of darkness,
To the bright Lucifer,
father of lies!
Nobody knows you, O created
Wisdom,
Nobody knows you, only the
Spirit of God!
You are the Wisdom with
seven veils,
You are the Truth, no-one
knows you totally!
I’m sinking like a tear in
the depth of the ocean
Of heavenly mercy, in your
motherly womb!
VII
Hail, O you who have become
a kingly throne!
You are the seat of Wisdom, the throne of God!
You are the seat of Wisdom, the throne of God!
You are the throne which
shines like a rainbow in heaven!
You are the crystal throne
of the godly Christ!
I kneel before your throne,
O Queen of Heaven!
I see the crystal river of
living water
Streaming from your throne
into my soul,
You are the empress of my
immortal soul!
In heavenly paradise I will
stand at your throne
And sing to my harp a psalm
of love to you!
O queen of love and beauty,
o goddess of grace,
I’m totally yours in time
and eternity!
Almighty Mother of God, I
vow to you
The seven heavens and the
gardens of Eden!
VIII
Hail, O you who carry him
who carries all!
I saw the Logos, the creator of all,
I saw the Logos, the creator of all,
In Mary’s womb! The little
child in his hand
Holds the universe with all
its galaxies.
The galaxies, the milky way,
the sun
And the central fire of the
universe
Where all in Jesus’ holy
heart, and Jesus
Was in the womb of his holy
Mother Mary.
So Mary is the queen of the
universe
And all the universes bless the
Mother.
The milky way is singing Ave
Maria
And the sun is singing
Magnificat!
The central fire of all the
universes
Glows in Jesus’ heart in
Mary’s womb!
IX
Hail, O star who manifests
the sun!
You are the only star in my
darkest night!
I do not see the sun and not
the moon
And do not see Orion and the
bear.
There is a night in my soul,
so I see nothing!
Mother Night is the only
queen of my soul,
Nothing I can feel of Jesus’
love
And I am forsaken by my God
and Lord!
But in the deepest night of
nothingness
There is a prayer on the
lips of my heart:
Mother! Help me in my
nothingness,
I am forsaken by God, but
not by you!
You are the fire of love in
the deepest hell,
You are the only star in the
night of my heaven!
X
Hail, O womb of the divine incarnation!
I vow my childhood to your
womb of a mother!
I vow to your womb the
mother of my mother,
The soul of my grandmother.
May she pray for me!
I am a baby in your motherly
womb
And eat your flesh and drink
your blood, o grace!
In the merciful womb of my
motherly God
I’m living with my body and
my soul.
O Mary, in your womb lives
Jesus Christ
And I with him, and we are
twins in your womb!
Your flesh, O Mary, is the
flesh of Jesus,
Your blood, O Mary, is the
blood of Jesus!
O Mother, you are the mother
of the head
And mother of the body and
all its members.
XI
Hail, O you through whom creation is renewed!
The winter is nearly gone,
the spring comes soon!
The firstborn daffodil comes
out of the earth,
The sun is shining bright
from a clear blue sky!
The springtime is the melody
of my God,
The springtime is the faith
of God returning!
God is the spring! God is
renewing life!
Again awakens paradise on
earth!
Our Lady of Love, you are
the garden of God!
Now comes the marriage of
heaven and earth!
God sends again the angel to
the virgin:
Hail Mary, full of graces,
the Lord is with you!
O well-beloved queen of
heaven and earth,
I vow to you the coming
springtime of love!
XII
Hail, O you through whom the
Creator becomes a babe!
Before the beginning was in
eternity God
The Heavenly Father in his
immortal silence
And God the Logos playing
before his Father.
The Logos was the beloved
Son of the Father,
A godly child who creates
the universe playing!
He plays with the toys of
the godlike Ideas in God!
The Logos created the world
out of nothingness!
Our Lady of Wisdom, my ideal
of love,
You were the female
nothingness in the beginning!
Out of your nothingness God
created the world!
Since then you are the holy
soul of the world!
And then you became a maiden-queen
on earth
And the Logos a babe in your
holy womb!
XIII
Hail, O bride and maiden ever-pure!
In your
resurrection you are eternalised,
Now you are
living in eternal youth,
In all your
apparitions nineteen years old!
You have
the profit of a mythological woman,
You are
living in immortal youth!
You are the
Immaculate Conception, Mary,
A virgin
without any spot of sin!
O heavenly
virgin, O eternal virgin,
O
maiden-queen of everlasting May!
You are my
bride in the mystery of love,
You are my
spouse in the mystery of wisdom!
Chaste love
in the purity of your maidenhood
Is my
eternal pleasure in paradise!
XIV
Hail, O hidden sense of the
ineffable plan!
You are the woman of the
genesis
And you are the woman of the
revelation,
You are the woman in the
Spirit of God.
The Lord took the virgin
Israel to his bride,
O Mary of Nazareth, you are
the daughter Zion.
The Messiah took the church
to his bride,
O Mary, you are the idea of
the church.
In the beginning the Creator
loved
The virgin, the idea of all the
creation.
The end is the heavenly
marriage
Between Jesus and the virgin
Jerusalem.
God created the world for
you, O Mary!
You are the bride, the lady,
the mistress of God!
XV
Hail, O belief in silence
that must be!
The Father before the
beginning of all
Was married with the
silence, the Mother of all.
Silence was the offspring of
all creation.
Jesus in the night of his
soul alone
In silence meditates about
the Father.
Silence was the power for
his marvels,
Silence was the force for
his holy passion.
The Spirit of God comes to
the believer in silence,
Silence is the Mother of
secret wisdom.
In silence is born the love
of God and man,
Silence is Mother of
unspeakable love.
God in eternity, let me hear
in the silence
The music of your love which
sounds in silence.
XVI
Hail, O forecast of the marvels of Christ!
Our Lady Mary came to a
wedding feast,
And Jesus and his Apostles
were also there,
And the Apostles drunk so
much of the wine,
Yea, the Apostle Peter loves
the wine
And so there was no wine anymore
on the feast.
But what without Syrian wine
is a wedding feast?
Our Lady saw the problem and
spoke to Jesus:
Beloved, work a marvel and
show your glory!
And Jesus did what his
Mother said to him.
And Jesus made an
overflowing measure
Of best red wine to made
drunken the wedding guests.
O Lord of Wine and
Bridegroom of the wedding!
Your wondrous wine is all my
delight and pleasure!
XVII
Hail, O fountainhead of
truths concerning Him!
O Mary, when I was a
protestant,
I read in the bible day by
day, but Mary,
I had not known the Wisdom
of the Lord.
But since I love you, virgin
of paradise,
You spend me graces over
graces, O lady,
And Lady Wisdom came to me
in the night,
In the night of my soul the
Wisdom, my bride!
You are the virgin-mother of
naked Truth!
How can we know the Truth,
the naked Truth?
We have to learn the truth
by the virgin-mother,
The sevenfold-veiled truth
of Lady Wisdom!
On earth the Truth for us is
the veiled Truth,
In paradise we will see the
naked Truth!
XVIII
Hail, celestial ladder, by whom God came down!
So Jacob laid his head on a stony pillow
And had a vision in his
dream of a ladder,
On the top of the ladder
stood the Lord.
The Lord came down with
thousand, ten thousand angels
And Mary was the ladder, a
glistering rainbow,
She was the bridge from
heaven to earth
And she is also the bridge
from earth to heaven.
The ladder to the Lord is
hard do climb!
Saint Francis points to the
ladder of Mary,
The virgin takes you in her
arms and flies
With eagle wings directly in
the sun!
O jump on the ladder of Mary
and jump into heaven!
Lay your head down and dream
a dream of Mary!
XIX
Hail, O bridge leading
earthly ones to heaven!
Once I was in Venice and saw the Rialto.
Once I was in Venice and saw the Rialto.
The rainbow is a bridge
between heaven and earth
And the souls of the dead
are coming this way.
The bare feet of the virgin
stands on the earth,
The veiled head of the
virgin is in heaven.
She is heavenly with her
godly motherhood,
She walks on earth, a sister
of my soul.
The Virgin Mary has the
wings of an eagle.
Who wants to fly to God,
shall take the wings
Of Mary. Her merciful love
is the Paternoster
Of Sainte Therese, the
little way for the children.
O winged virgin, take my
soul to heaven!
I long with burning desire
for paradise!
XX
Hail, O wonder, ever-thrilling
to the angels!
When you went into the city
of heaven,
The angels were silent, and
trembling for joy and delight,
So beautiful a lady has
never been seen!
You are a wonder of beauty,
Our Lady of Love,
Your breasts which suck the
Prince of Peace, are bright!
The beams of your eyes are
streaming through all the heavens,
The seraphim and the
cherubim become blind!
Your naked soul is full of
wondrous goodness,
Your linen is woven out of
charity works.
God set on your head the
crown of heavenly beauty,
He said: O woman, help the
souls on earth!
While I am in the purgatory
of sadness,
Your beauty in paradise is
my consolation.
XXI
Hail, O wound, ever-hurting to the demons!
Under the cross you stood,
the sword in your heart,
Yea, seven swords in your
immaculate heart,
You felt the wounded heart
of Jesus Christ.
My heart was also pierced by
seven swords
And all the blood runs out
of my wounded heart,
But with the wound of my
lovesick heart I’ve touched
The wounded heart of Jesus,
his sacred heart.
And this your wounded heart,
in my heart bleeding,
Had overcome the evil spirit
of death
And sin and Satan in the
heart of my girlfriend,
So that she left the earth
in the grace of Jesus.
And now I pray to your
wounded heart, o Mary,
That you may overcome the
she-devil Lilith!
XXII
Hail, O you who gave birth to light ineffably!
Saint Brigitte of Sweden had
seen a vision:
You, Mary, had been kneeling
in the grotto
In Bethlehem, worshipping
God the Lord,
And a crystal beam of light
came from heaven
Into the grotto of Bethlehem
and you
Had been hovering over the
ground in a cloud
And so you gave birth to the
dark light of the Lord.
Jesus is the light of the
world, this babe
Of Bethlehem is the dark
light of the Lord.
He is the sun of justice and
under his wings
We find healing for our
wounded souls.
O mother of light, give
birth to this light in my heart,
That God may enlighten my
melancholic soul!
XXIII
Hail, O you who told no-one how it was done!
Even Salome who touched your body
To proof if you are still a
virgin, mother,
Even Salome did not
understand.
You had been virgin before
you gave birth,
You had been virgin when you
gave birth
And virgin after you had
given birth,
You are the ever-virgin,
Mother of God.
It is a wonder, that a
mother gave birth
And stayed a virgin, this is
a mystery.
Mother you are for the
humanity of Jesus,
Virgin you are for the
divinity of Christ.
Ever-Virgin, Mother of the
true God,
My resurrected body I vow to
thy Hymen.
XXIV
Hail, O you who surpass the
wisdom of the wise!
Though Plato saw the glance
of the heavenly Venus,
Homer saw the glance of the
blue-eyed Athena,
Plotin saw the angel-spirit
of God,
They had no vision of the
Lady Wisdom.
The heathen sought wisdom,
but the Wisdom of God
Reveals herself in the folly
of preaching the cross,
The crucified Christ is the
maniac folly of God!
Wiser than the wisdom of the
wise,
O Virgin Mary, you are the
super-wisdom!
But I, a fool in Christ, how
can I praise you,
Devoted to you in the folly
of my heart,
How can I sing you, a
lunatic maniac?
Sick of love, I devote
myself to Dame Folly!
XXV
Hail, O you who enlighten faithful minds!
I was sitting and meditating under a fig tree
And enlightenment came into
the emptiness
Of my spirit, I knew: Life
is full of pain
And God in his humanity
feels the pain of life
And fills the pain of life
with his wounded heart
And transforms the pain of
life to redemption
And died the death of
mankind, of all creature!
And I in my pain shall be
united with God
And bear the cross of my
redeemer until death
And die myself the death of
the god-man Christ!
Then I will resurrect in the
passion of love!
O Mary, you had enlighten my
mind with the wisdom
Of the redeeming power of
pain and death!
XXVI
Hail, O bride and maiden
ever-pure!
Now I am fifty years old, my
beloved,
A time when a man loves the
graces in their youth,
Young beautiful maidens in
the charm of their grace!
And you are nineteen years
old, virgin bride,
In all your apparitions
nineteen years old
And beautiful, full of the
charm of all the graces,
Pure spotless beauty in
eternal youth!
And when I die, my soul
flies into heaven,
After purgatory had
transformed me,
Then I will be a young man,
nineteen years old
And beautiful, in all the
power of life!
Then will I marry you, o maiden
ever-fair,
And live with you in eternal
marriage!
XXVII
Hail, O tendril whose bud
shall not wilt!
Once I was in France in a
lovely vineyard,
I saw a tendril hanging full
of clusters
Like a child-bearing woman
full of hope.
Your bud is ever fresh, O
ever-virgin!
The women of the world are
like the grass,
Green and full of buds in
the freshest morning,
But withered in the
evening-time and dying.
You freshest bud of a green
and fruitful tendril,
You are the grace of the
youth in serenity!
Thousand graces are sitting
on your eye-lids!
I will dance with you, my
youthful grace!
Ever-virgin in immortal
youth,
I love the glance of the bud
of your gracious body!
XXVIII
Hail, O soil whose fruit shall never perish!
You are the soil which
became fruitful without seed!
You are the Mother Earth,
the fruitful mother,
Black Mother Earth with all
her seas and streams.
The fruit of your womb is
the living Word of God,
The Word of God became flesh
in your womb,
The bread of the earth
becomes the body of Christ,
The wine of the vineyard
becomes the blood of Jesus.
Our Father, give us our
daily bread and wine!
We want to taste how sweet
the Word of God is!
I am so much in love with
the Lady Wisdom
As I had drunk her blood and
eaten her flesh!
The fruit of the fruitful
mother shall never perish,
O, show me soon in heaven
the fruit of your womb!
XXIX
Hail, O tender of mankind's
loving tender!
Mary, you gave Jesus the
milk of love,
You gave him the milk and
honey of motherly mercy,
He sucked your breasts and
you gave him the wine of wisdom.
Now Jesus gives us the
communion of his body
And lets us drink from the
cup of his wine-red blood.
We are nourished by the milk
of his wisdom
And the bitterly wine of his
passion of love!
Jesus is my mother and from
his breasts
I suck Eternal Wisdom in her
beauty!
Jesus is a hen and we are
his chicken,
Jesus gathers us under his
motherly wings.
Mary, when I drink the wine
of the blood,
It seems to me, I drink the
milk of your breasts!
XXX
Hail, O gardener of the
gardener of life!
I saw a garden in the latest
winter,
I saw a redbreast singing in
the willow,
It was a day of storm and
rain and frost.
But the female prophet said
to me:
God is near his beloved even
in winter,
But in springtime God is the
holy love,
And heavenly paradise is
eternal summer!
I sigh to you, O would it be
truth
That in the garden Eden of
paradise
There are virgins waiting on
me in the tent,
Youthful brides with great
breasts to love me in Eden!
The gardens of paradise are
beautiful,
Even more beautiful than the
garden of Huris!
XXXI
Hail, O Earth who yielded
abundant mercies!
You are the black and watery
Mother Earth,
You are the soul of the holy
Mother Nature,
You are the female face of
the sacred World’s Soul.
You are the female spirit of
creation,
You are the female idea of
humanity,
As the ideal of humanity
You said yes to the Lord, to
the Father creator.
You said yes to the spirit
of the creator
And so humanity is redeemed
by the Lord.
You are the teacher of
Christian humanism,
You are the teacher of
catholic feminism.
You are the mother and queen
of the universe,
Daughter and bride and
mother of God.
NEW SONNETS TO MARY
SONNET I
Holy Mary,
I want to kiss your feet!
O Lady, can
I kiss your naked feet?
How sweet
is your laughing and how gentle your look,
You say:
Yes, beloved, kiss my feet!
Your mantle
is blue like a clear blue sky in springtime
And your
clothes are rosy like a rose.
Your hair
is black and flows like a cataract,
Your lovely
eyes are blue like the ocean of bliss.
I kneel
down before you, holy Mary,
And kiss
your feet with love and burning desire.
I feel the
flesh of your feet, your tender skin.
Now give me
your blessing, and bless my brother in Christ,
Who as a
protestant had preached your song
And had
praised you as “full of the Word of God”.
SONNET II
Holy Mother of God, what shall I do?
You’re
weeping and your tears are red like blood.
What shall
I do for you, O holy mother?
I do what
you want, but speak a word to me.
I want to
give comfort to your wounded heart,
I want to
give a consolation to you
And dry up
your tears, O holy Mother of God!
The passion
of your weeping stirs me up!
Shall I go
in the school of Lady Wisdom?
Shall I
receive the holy communion of Christ?
Shall I
pray a prayer of love to God?
Shall I give
a testimony of God’s mercy?
All with
you, through you, for you and in you!
But dry up
your tears, O holy Mother of God!
SONNET III
Most
honoured of virgins, bless my virginity!
As I became
a Christian through my conversion,
I decided
to live as a virgin for God,
I took you
as a spouse for my Christian soul.
I left the
concubine of the lust of my youth
And went in
solitude to pray to God.
I left my
father and my brother at home,
God is my
father and Jesus is my brother.
Now show me
a community of Christian believers
Who live in
the love of the disciples of Jesus!
The
solitude makes sick my lunatic soul,
I’m
searching for a friend in Jesus Christ.
But beware
that I left you, virgin of virgins!
Take my
hand and walk with me on earth!
SONNET IV
Mother of
Christ, I want to sing the fidelity,
You are the
love of me for evermore.
In the Holy
Spirit you are my love,
My beloved
in time and eternity.
The women
of Canaan and her children
Speak the
language of the Canaanites.
The hearts
of the heathen are tired and dark and dead,
They are
not in the love of Jesus Christ.
But your
immaculate heart, O Mother of Christ,
Is full of
the fire of burning love’s passion!
Your love’s
passion is my eternal bliss
And your
passionate heart is my pleasure in heaven!
I swear
fidelity to the immaculate heart
Of Mary,
the Mother of Christ, the Mother of God!
SONNET V
Mother of the church, the church has preached
The return
of the Logos to the world,
Awake, my
heart, the Bridegroom is coming soon,
Jesus is
coming to the wedding feast!
Mother
church has preached in the Spirit to me:
Prophecy!
Teach wisdom! Speak in tongues!
Taste the
sweetness of the name of Jesus!
Rejoice in
the Holy Spirit and live the virtues!
Mother
church has preached the way of Saint Francis:
Think not earthly! Erect your head to heaven!
Think not earthly! Erect your head to heaven!
Overcome
the temptation of sinful flesh!
Overcome
the demon of your ego!
When holy
mother church is preaching, o Mary,
I hear your
voice, your voice of love and joy!
SONNET VI
Mother of grace divine, I know the truth
That anger
lives in the bosom of the fool!
You said to
me: Look at the wheat that is growing already
And let the
weed not steal your peace of mind!
I know the
dark and foolish hearts of the heathen,
The folly
of mankind is without measure!
They do not
pray to God but to evil spirits
And have
not the love of God in their bosom living.
But don’t
be afraid, my soul, ‘cause Mary loves you!
O Mother of
grace divine, your tender heart
Is full of
holy knowledge and burning love!
You let me
hear the harmony of the spheres,
You let me
see the beauty of liturgy
And
understand the meaning of the bible.
SONNET VII
Mother most pure, I’m like a violet
And live in
the deepest shade, but my fragrance is sweet.
My cell is
between the houses of the citizens
And nobody
knows how sweet I’m singing my songs.
Now I will
give a comfort to my soul,
My soul is
melancholic and lunatic,
Great is
the desolation of my soul,
And sadness
seems to be the wife of my soul.
O Mother
most pure, I’m looking for good books,
Cause who
can consolation bring like the poets?
The vision
of beauty gives comfort to my soul,
And
mystical wisdom gives comfort to my spirit.
I wear the
ring of mystical marriage,
And you are
my comrade on the ways on earth.
SONNET VIII
Mother of
chaste love, I vow to you
The soul of
my girlfriend who is in purgatory
Or already
in the paradise of the heavens
And is my
guardian angel on the earth.
I wandered
trough the streets in rain and storm
And saw in
visions my female guardian angel.
She made me
a wonderful present, a faithful book
With
letters from Saint Hildegard from Bingen.
The city I
live in is my female bride,
I saw my
female comrade in all the gardens
And streets
and houses and churches of the city.
Here she
had lived with me in the folly of love!
Now she is
wandering through the heavenly city
With all
the myriads of angels and saints in God!
SONNET IX
written for Cecco
Mother and
virgin, I vow to you the poets,
They who
love so only poets know to love,
The ladies
of their love are perfect beauties,
But do not
love the lovesick poets of love.
Their
fathers and their mother understand not
The poets
in their poverty on earth.
The poets
get a rent from Mother Charity,
They eat
ashes and drink the cup of tears.
They are
children of God and love the children,
And see the
God-child in the eyes of the children.
They are
weeping bears loving Lady Lilja
And only
caress the little children of Lilja.
But they
praise the Wisdom of God in sonnets,
In the hour
of their death the angels sing their songs.
SONNET X
Sinless Mother, I vow to you the children
Which have
the psychic illness auf autism.
They are
more intelligent than others
And genii
in the matter of mathematics.
When they
receive the grace of baptism, O grace,
They know
in their mind the intelligence of God.
O mother,
let them hear the voice of God
And spend
them the knowledge of the holy church.
The Holy
Spirit may work in their sensitive spirits
And may let
them see the crystal throne in heaven.
How exact
is the mathematic of all,
The Logos
exactly creates the universes.
Bless them
with super-natural intelligence,
O Virgin
Mary, throne of Eternal Wisdom!
SONNET XI
Dearest of mothers, I vow to you the house
Of my
Pentecostal brothers and sisters
And their
beautiful garden with the willow
And the
redbreast (or shall I say, the robin).
Mother of
Jesus and also mother of Christians,
The Holy
Spirit said to me in the mess:
There are
protestant Christians full of grace,
More
obedient to God than lukewarm Catholics.
I bid you,
bless the mother and the children
And bless
the father who is my brother and friend.
May Jesus
fill them with the Holy Spirit,
The Spirit
bless them with a passion for God!
You said:
When Christians don’t love me, the Mother of Christ,
You shall
speak about Jesus, the crucified Lord.
SONNET XII
Model of motherhood and idea of women,
I saw as a
female being the angel of France.
She was the
loving soul of the city of Paris,
Beautiful
as the goddess of harmony.
I saw her
in the reddish cloth of love,
I saw her
black hair like the mantle of mother night,
I saw her
white skin like ivory or snow,
She was the
angel of beauty in Love’s own country.
I did not
know if she was living or dead,
I did not
nor if she was a ghost or flesh,
I did not
know if she was an angel or goddess,
I did not
know if she were a saint or a whore.
O Virgin
Mary, I vow to you the land of France
And the
city of Paris and all its women.
SONNET XIII
Mother of good counsel, you said to the servants:
Do what
Jesus Christ is telling you.
So you
transformed through almighty intercession
The human
water into the wine divine.
There is no
more joy in my sad and maddened heart,
O mother of
the wine, please pray for me.
The
bridegroom may come with the divine cup of you
And fill my
heart to the brim with the wine of love!
There was a
marriage once in the village Cana
And Mary
was there, because she is the bride.
Almighty
princess of almighty intercession,
Fill my
lovesick soul with the wine of joy!
You are my
bride, Our Lady of the vineyard,
I will suck
the best red wine of your breasts!
SONNET XIV
Mother of our Creator, the prophet said:
Rejoice
with her, oh ye who were sad in mind,
Suck the
milk of motherly consolation
From the
glory of her abundant breasts!
God the
Creator will give comfort to my soul.
How does
the Lord God comforts my maddened spirit?
He shows me
in the mess the Mother of God
And said: I
will comfort you like a mother.
Yea, God
the Father loves me like a mother!
The mercy
of his womb is my merciful mother!
God’s
eternal wisdom is my bride!
His
tenderly love embraces my innermost life!
God is the
power of being, the wisdom, the love,
The Nature
of the Godhead is my mother!
SONNET XV
Mother of our Saviour, the nature
Is fallen
in a deep sleep in the time of winter.
Mother
Nature lies in her bed and dreams
Surrealistic
dreams and fantasies.
And I am
also sunken in a trance.
The
medicine of the doctor makes me sleep.
All my
pains are softened in the trance,
And I am
sleeping till my hour of death.
But then
will awaken nature and my soul,
And eternal
life will come at eastern,
And in the
rising of the whole creation
I too will
rise with body and with soul.
Then will
come hot summer of paradise
And I am in
love with the soul of Mother Nature.
SONNET XVI
Virgin most
wise, please show m the Trinity
Of the
Godhead, O virgin most wise,
I saw in my
morning prayer the godly mercy,
The
maternal mercy, the womb of God.
And then I
saw the grace, the youthful grace,
The grace
was the daughter of God, by him alone,
Like a
young maiden full of light and beauty,
She wants
to unite her beauty with my soul.
And then I
saw the fidelity of God,
And in the
fidelity of God I knew,
That God is
a bridal Godhead of marriage
And of
never-ending love and unity.
I vow my
soul to you, O virgin most wise,
And to the
godly mercy and grace and fidelity.
SONNET XVII
Virgin
rightly praised, I bless the woman
Who is a
pastor of the Lutheran church.
I see her
face and eyes and hair in my mind,
She is an
icon of the heavenly grace.
In the
catholic church, your church, o Mary,
The
Catholics looked upon me like upon an alien.
My hair is
long, my beard is long and grey,
My clothes
are old and torn like the cloth of a beggar.
But the
female pastor smiled and said:
Welcome, my
brother, I hope to see you soon,
I want to
speak with you about the bible
And pray
with you and eat a supper at eve.
I call her
in my mind already Hananjah.
I vow the
woman to your Immaculate Heart.
SONNET
XVIII
Virgin rightly renowned, today was the feast-day
Of Saint
Valentine, I walked the way
To my muse
and saw a first crocus flower
Near my
little forest and plucked the flower.
First
messenger of long sighed for spring-time, hail!
Speak the
love-warm greetings to my lady!
Sweet
little flower, how young you are, how pure!
Now I offer
you as a victim of love!
Blessed be
Our Lady of the crocuses!
Blessed be
Our Lady of coming spring!
Blessed be
the virgin in the sun!
Blessed be
Mary, hovering on the clouds!
Mary said:
When you prey, beloved children,
Then you
are my pretty flowers of spring!
SONNET XIX
Virgin most powerful, I heard a word
Called
“Shangri-la” and my muse spoke thoughtful to me:
It is some
sort of paradise. Do you know it?
If a man
knows paradise, my friend, so you.
Really,
Shangri-la is in the region
Of the
Himalaya in the Land of Tibet
And is a
community of mystical monks
Living far
away from the world in silence.
In
Shangri-la they read the Utopia
Of Saint
Thomas Morus and books of other saints.
They reign
over their passions with apathy
And wait in
patience for the apocalyptic Saviour.
I see, O
virgin most powerful, you are the queen
And
mistress of the community of Shangri-la.
SONNET XX
Virgin
gentle in mercy, I had a gift
Of sweetest
love for my little married lady,
A scarlet
rose, the queen of all the flowers.
God, take
all from me, but not this rose!
I had a
gift for my holy Lady in Heaven,
Fifty roses
of the rosary,
I prayed
all the pearls of the sacred mysteries,
I laid the
red roses to your bare feet.
The devil
is playing with my little lady
And evil
spirits are like a plague around her.
O heavenly
Goddess, I vow to you my lady,
Receive her
in the mantle of your womb.
But I see
Mary as an heavenly Goddess
And angels
singing sweet songs of love to her.
SONNET XXI
Faithful virgin, the God of gods is speaking
In the
bible and in the holy church
And in the
silence of morning prayer to me
And
oftentimes at morning in my dreams.
The godly
Wisdom of the holy gods
Is coming
to me, and I will tell all my dreams,
The dreams
early at morning are prophetic
And are dark
oracles of Pythia’s spirit.
I pray to
the Spirit of the holy gods,
O touch me
softly and tenderly, finger of God,
And make me
listen to the sound of the voice,
That I am
Echo for the Word of God.
The holy
Father wants the songs of my love
For Mary,
my heavenly muse and sacred ideal.
SONNET XXII
Mirror of
justice, I thank you for the music,
She is my
friend in the midnight of solitude,
The voice
of consolation in loneliness,
Gives
comfort to the sadness of my soul.
There is
music from the cult of Bacchus
And the
drama of the maniac madness,
And there
is music clear as the clear Apollo
And full of
holiness of faithful wisdom.
There is
the classic music of the north,
Of
Germany’s soul and also Russia’s soul,
And there
is sensual music of the south
And the
erotic rhythms of Africa.
O Mary, you
are the queen of harmony,
And the
spheres sound praises to you, o Goddess.
SONNET
XXIII
Throne of wisdom, I laid my head on a stone
And slept,
and in my sleep I had a vision,
I saw from
earth to heaven a golden ladder
And
thousands of angels hovering up and down,
And on the
top of the ladder I saw Our Lady.
And I
prayed in the vision of my dream:
O Lord, our
works can never enter heaven,
May the
prayer of Mary open us heaven!
The Virgin
Mary was a pearly queen,
And the
angels called her gate of heaven.
Sweeter
than in the lap of Abraham
Is eternal
life in the lap of Mary.
And the
angels called the Virgin Mary:
Our Lady is
the paradise of God!
SONNET XXIV
Cause of our joy, the true church is in Mary,
The virgin-mother
is the idea of the church.
And all the
sons and daughters of mother church
Are sucking
from the abundant breasts of Mary
And suck
from the breasts of Mary the milk of comfort
And suck
the law of God and the gospel of Jesus
And suck
the honey of a skilful tongue
And suck
the old delicious wine of mystical union.
But the
heretics and their female priests
Want to
suck milk from the manly breast of Luther.
There are
not the streams of milk and honey
And not the
wine of mystical union with God.
God’s
church is verily virgin and verily mother
And not a
man, who thought himself wiser than Wisdom.
SONNET XXV
Shrine of
the Spirit, give me the joy of the Spirit,
Because you
are the consolation of the troubled.
Adam was
alone and God gave Adam
Lady Heartache
as his married wife.
The devil
is trying to steal all joy
Out of my
heart, and the sons and daughters
Of the
devil tear in pieces my heart,
But you, O
virgin, will overcome the devil.
The Lord
may send to me a female angel
Of
consolation and of new power of live,
So that I
can begin a new way of life
In the
Christian community and the Church.
I vow to
you my plan of a new life of faith,
I vow to
you the renewal of my heart.
SONNET XXVI
Glory of Israel, the firstborn flower
Of the
coming spring is the little crocus,
This flower
is a gift of Mother Earth,
A sign of
the time: Life is coming back!
God may
give me the grace of God’s own patience,
Cause
without patience there is no wisdom of the heart.
Only little
boys want all things suddenly,
Unripe
souls they are, unwisely fools.
New life is
coming, but be patient, my soul,
Bear your
daily sickness with patience.
Do not cry
so loud for an early death,
There are
yet works God prepared for you.
In all
things vow yourself totally to the virgin,
Be a slave
to your queen at the court of God!
SONNET
XXVII
Vessel of selfless devotion, I vow to you
A girl I
met in the early days of my youth.
I’d sang
the blues-song: I’m a fool no more –
And then
she came like a beam of light from heaven.
She stayed
one evening, one night with me,
And I sung
a sonnet of love for her:
I like it
when a virtue has a lap,
And I like
it when a lap has virtue.
I loved her
beautiful face, her blue-eyed look,
Her golden
hair and her body in my arms,
And as I
slept between her breasts I saw
A paradise
of heavenly strawberry-fields.
Bless her
body, O mother of chaste love,
And bless
her soul, O queen of heavenly grace!
SONNET
XXVIII
Mystical rose, I visited yesterday
Some
Christians round about a female priest
Of the
Lutheran church and we spoke about
Paul’s
letter to the church of Ephesus.
O Mother of
God, how great you are, how high,
You have
born in virginity our Lord and God!
How deep
was your humility, O Mary,
When you
lived with Saint John in Ephesus!
Living on
the mount of nightingales
You
received from John the communion.
In later
times the church of Ephesus
Praised you
as Mother of God, Great Mother of God!
I thank
you, Mother, for the Christian people,
I’ve felt
their brotherhood and charity.
SONNET XXIX
Tower of David, I saw in a mystical mirror
A woman, oh
what a woman, a real woman!
A youthful
mother of little children she was,
A female
beauty in her body’s perfection!
I saw her
breasts when she was lying in bed,
Snow-white
breasts with rosins of purple nipples,
Her hair
was red, her face was white like snow,
Her
blue-eyed charming looks were lightings from heaven!
She was on
a way to search the truth,
She asked
the Sufi-masters in the desert,
She danced
a mystical dance, she felled in trance,
And then
she wept tears of sorrowful love,
And the
Sufi said: The tears are from God,
Now you can
find your soul, and God in your soul.
SONNETS TO JESUS
SONNET I
Jesus, Son
of the living God, my treasure,
You has
loved me with everlasting love,
You have
loved my so dearly, my sweet darling,
I thank you
for your un-measurable love!
I am yours,
a stone in your house of stones,
I am yours,
a pillar in your temple.
I will sing
your name, your highest name,
Help me to
sing your name, your sweet name Jesus.
I am in
you, so I am a son of God,
You are the
godly Child, I am a child,
I am seven
years old and you are my friend,
I want to
play with you on the face of the earth.
O love me
day by day and night by night
And I will
sing you sweet sonnets of love.
SONNET II
Jesus, splendour of the Father, you are
The mercy
of God, God’s bosom, God’ womb,
God’s
myriad wombs, full of mercy and pity,
You are
love, O Lord, you are merciful love!
I had lost
my grandmother, my beloved,
I have lost
my girlfriend, my darling, my sweet-heart,
I have lost
the little boy who loved me
(I had seen
your holy face in the eyes of the boy)
And now I’m
lonely, sad, my heart is weeping,
But you, O
merciful Jesus, you come to me,
And I heard
your voice, you said: I love you
And I
believe in you, O Josef Maria Mayer,
You are
great in my eyes, you are nearly god-like,
All because
of my merciful love and grace.
SONNETS
TO LADY WISDOM
I
DEEP
UNKNOWN WISDOM
The man is
digging a tunnel into the earth
And climbs
down into the hole of deepest darkness.
His feet
has no ground anymore to stand upon,
He hovers
in emptiness and nothingness.
There is a
fire in the womb of the earth
And grain
is growing on the face of mother earth.
There is
gold and silver in the earth
And gold
and silver is refined by the fire.
Wisdom is
more precious than gold and jade,
Is more
precious than crystals and glasses.
But even in
the realms of the shades of the dead
Lady Wisdom
has not been found by man.
Only God
knows the way to the Lady Wisdom.
To do good
works, this is the Wisdom of God.
II
WISDOM
HOVERING IN THE ETHER
Lady Wisdom
came out of the mouth of God
And hovered
in the spheres of the heavenly ether.
Her throne
was on a pillar of clouds,
She hovered
over the sea and mother earth.
She visited
all the nations of the earth
And sought,
in which nation she can build her house.
The Lord
said: Build your house in the fields of Jacob,
Build your
holy temple on the mount Zion.
Lady Wisdom
preached in the liturgy
Of the holy
mother Jerusalem.
She smells
like incense, the prayers of the saints,
The
faithful drink of her wine and thirst for her!
The name of
Lady Wisdom is sweeter than honey,
She is
pretty as the rose of Jericho.
III
I SOUGHT
LADY WISDOM IN MY YOUTH
When I was
young and had not wandered
Through the
lands of the nations with a lusty girlfriend,
I prayed in
the temples of the faithful communities
And thought
for Lady Wisdom in my prayer.
She is
found only in purity of the heart,
The child
with the pure heart will see her beauty!
She is like
a vineyard full of vines,
She is like
the vines full of swelling clusters!
She opened
the door of heaven for me and came
To me in
her heavenly grace, a youthful beauty.
She took my
heart out of my bosom and gave me
A burning
heart and a new tongue to praise her holy!
Now come to
me, ye woman and man who thirst
For Wisdom,
I will teach you the wisdom of heart.
IV
WISDOM, THE
CHILD OF GOD
I had a
vision of the Eternal Wisdom
In the
beginning, before all time and space,
She played
as a beloved child before the Father,
His beloved
child and sweetest darling!
Before the
suns were exploding in the sky
And the
oceans roll on the face of the earth,
Eternal
Wisdom was begotten by God,
I said
begotten, but not created by God.
The
childish Wisdom plays with the nothingness
And build
according to the ideas in the Spirit
The “prima
materia”, atoms and elements,
And as an
architect build the universe.
O darling
of God, your great desire was
To live and
play on earth with the sons of Adam!
V
LADY WISDOM
AND DAME FOLLY
Lady Wisdom
build her sacred temple
And
grounded her temple on seven pillars of virtues.
Then she
send her servants, her lovely handmaids,
To invite
the people to the meal in her temple.
The lovely
young handmaids said to the people: Come
To the
wedding of Wisdom in the temple!
She spends
you her flesh, delicious meat of the lamb,
And
blood-red wine in overflowing measures!
Dame Folly
is the ape of Lady Wisdom,
She invites
the thieves to her stolen bread.
Dame Folly
herself is a thief and always chatting,
She speaks
loudly to man, but she knows nothing!
Be silent,
Dame Folly, then you will be wise.
But I
myself prefer the Lady Wisdom.
VI
THE GIFTS
OF WISDOM
When you
are looking for the manly virtues,
Bid Lady
Wisdom, and she gives you virtue,
She gives you
fortitude and intelligence
And
chastity and purity of the heart.
When you
want to be an artist to work
Excellent
works of beauty in the world,
Bid Lady
Wisdom, she will be your muse,
She will
inspire you with the Holy Spirit.
When you
want to understand the nature,
The
beginning and the goal of creation,
The spirit
of love who lives in the World’s Soul,
Bid Lady
Wisdom, she will open your eyes.
She is the
queen of all the universes
And makes
men to prophets and friends of God.
VII
WISDOM, MY
BRIDE
I am fallen
in love with the perfect beauty
Of Lady
Wisdom, and I searched for her
And her
loving heart for unity,
For loving
communion and mystical union.
Before I
asked Lady Wisdom: Do you
Want to be
my bride in mystical marriage?
She came to
me from Heaven above and said:
Do you want
to be my bridegroom, beloved?
The worldly
love and lust brings nothing but pain
And burning
desire torments the heart of the lover,
But the
mystical union with Lady Wisdom
Brings
peace for the soul and sweet eternal rest.
You are my
passion, my beloved, o Wisdom,
You are my
darling and my mystical bride.
VIII
PRAYER TO
GOD, THE SOURCE OF WISDOM
The
weakness of my body, my tired senses
Are a heavy
burden on my soul.
I do not
understand what happens on earth,
How can I understand
divine things in heaven?
O Yahweh,
you are the eternal source of wisdom,
You are the
leader of the friends of wisdom,
Send to me
the Wisdom from above,
She, who
sits at the right hand of your throne.
Yes, I love
the Lady Charity,
But love, O
Lord, is always full of pain,
So better
send the Lady Wisdom to me
And my sad
soul will be satisfied, O Lord.
May Lady
Wisdom come from the holy altar
Into my
soul’s depth and live there for ever!
IX
WISDOM, MY
COMRADE
In the time
Adam was lonely in paradise
And Eve was
not yet created out of his rip,
Lady Wisdom
was his soul-mate, his comrade,
She was his
immaculate bride in his un-fallen state.
In the time
Abraham had to offer his son
And had to
act against his loving heart,
Lady Wisdom
gave him courage and power
And
comforted softly the loving heart of the father.
In the time
Josef was proofed by the Egyptian wife,
And because
he was chaste, he came in prison,
Lady Wisdom
was with him in prison and gave him
The gift,
to know by intuition the meaning of dreams.
In the time
Moses climbed on the Mount Sinai,
Lady Wisdom
revealed him the Virgin Torah.
X
GOD GAVE
ISRAEL WISDOM
The Greeks
with their heroes and warriors did not
know
The way to
the holy house of Lady Wisdom,
And the
tradesman and warriors of Arab
Did only
know the earthly wisdom, not the celestial.
The
almighty God gave Lady Wisdom
Jacob, his
servant, and Israel, his beloved.
Only God
knows the way to Lady Wisdom
And he whom
God reveals the mystery.
Lady Wisdom
is the book of the bible,
Lady Wisdom
is the Virgin Torah,
Go in her
light the way of life, o Jacob,
You are
blessed, cause God has revealed his will.
Then Lady
Wisdom is appeared on earth
And has
spoken in the Messiah Jesus.
XI
HEAVENLY
WISDOM
If someone
needs the Wisdom from above,
He shall
pray, and the Spirit gives him grace.
The Wisdom
from above, the heavenly Wisdom,
Wisdom from
the beginning, is nothing but peace.
But there
is another wisdom, a worldly wisdom,
A sensual
wisdom and a demonic wisdom,
And the
reign of this demonic wisdom is strife,
Is jealousy
and hate and bitterness.
The demonic
wisdom, the wisdom of Eve,
Is inspired
by the devil Lucifer,
The wisdom
from above, the wisdom of Mary,
Is inspired
by the Holy Ghost.
Follow, my
soul, the heavenly Wisdom of Mary
And you
will find peace and rest for your troubled heart.
XII
GOD’S FOLLY
The masters
of worldly wisdom did not know
The hidden
mystery of the Wisdom of God.
God has
revealed the mystery of his Wisdom
In the
folly of the crucified Lord.
God’s folly
is more wise than the philosophers,
God’s
weakness is stronger than the power of men.
God blesses
his holy people with foolish sermons.
If you want
to be wise, you must become a fool,
A fool in
Christ, the crucified Lord, ‘cause Jesus
Is the
Wisdom and the Power of God.
He is the
hidden Wisdom for the saints,
Holy
Wisdom, preached to the perfect Christians.
God’s
folly, the crucified Lord Jesus Christ,
Is the
hidden mystery of Lady Wisdom.
XIII
ATHENA
She is the
inspiration of the wise,
She is the intuition
of the patient,
She is the
holy intelligence of God
And
heavenly wisdom and the mother of arts.
She came as
an holy mother to Telemach
And
inspired him to search his father.
She came in
the feature of a wise old man
And spoke
with human tongue to the heart of the young one.
She came as
an holy soul-mate to Ulysses
And was his
mistress and his female leader.
She helped
him on the pilgrimage of his soul
And was his guardian angel on the way.
She was the
blue-eyed daughter of the highest God,
Begotten as
a virgin in the mind of God.
XIV
URANIA
There is a
Venus of sensuality,
A Venus of
earthly pleasure and fleshly lust,
The
handmaids of this goddess are the whores,
The sacred
prostitutes in the temple of Venus.
But there
is also a Venus in the heavens,
Urania, the
goddess of heavenly love.
She is the
highest idea of perfect beauty
And
mistress of pure and spiritual love.
She is the
aim of pure platonic love,
The aim of
beauty-loving philosophers.
She is the
Mother of Eros who leads
Philosophers
to the vision of heavenly beauty.
Urania was
the mistress of Plato and Plotin,
The
heavenly wisdom of intellectual love.
XV
VIRGIN
TORAH, MY BRIDE
Before all
time and space was Virgin Torah
Near God,
and when God made the creation of all,
He looked
in the holy book of the Virgin Torah,
She is the
idea, the world is her shade.
The man who
lives in virginity for the kingdom
Of the
heavens shall took the Holy Scripture
As his
girlfriend, as his intimate soul-mate
And study
her clothes, her body, her soul and mind.
The dress
of the bible is her literal sense,
Her naked
body is her personal moral,
Her soul is
the spiritual meaning of the word,
And her
mind is the eternal name of God.
The scribe
may become a bridegroom of the bible,
Baal-Shem
his name, the bridegroom of the name!
XVI
SHEKINAH,
THE BRIDE
The eternal
king in his heavenly palace
Lives with
his daughter, princess Shekinah.
Sometimes
she shows herself at the open window,
That the
sons of Israel could see her face.
The eternal
king in heaven above
Searches a
bridegroom for his lovely daughter.
He who
marries the princess Shekinah
Will be for
the heavenly king a son-in-law.
When the
scribe, the priest, the wise or the Rabbi
Sees at the
window the face of the heavenly princess,
He falls in
love with the daughter of heaven’s king
And wishes
to marry the godly Shekinah.
She is the
pearl, the wise man found in the sea,
In the
marriage she will spend him her pearl.
XVII
BRIDEGROOM
JEHOVAH AND BRIDE SHEKINAH
The unknown
and hidden God-head is the En-Sof,
The
God-head reveals herself in qualities.
One quality
of the God-head is Jehovah,
Another
quality of the God-head is Shekinah.
The Lord
Jehovah is the bridegroom in heaven
And godly
Shekinah is the bride on earth.
Their
mystic marriage or their Hierosgamos
Sounds in
the song of songs of Solomon.
The Lord
Jehovah is the beloved in heaven
And
Shekinah is the beautiful girlfriend on earth.
It is a
mystical marriage in the God-head,
The
mystical union in the God-head of love,
A marriage
between the godly Spirit
And the
godly Nature in mystical union.
XVIII
EVER-VIRGIN
TORAH
The
philosopher shall not desire a woman
Who is
married with another man.
Save your
soul and commit not adultery, man,
Adultery is
a deadly sin for your soul.
Love not
the woman of another man,
But love
the Virgin Torah in her youth!
She is
lovely and gracious like a roe,
She is
beautiful like an hind on the hill.
Why is the
virgin lovely like an hind?
Cause she
is the ever-virgin Torah,
Even for
the fifty years old scribe
She is
fresh like a maiden of sixteen years!
After
twenty years of marriage
With the
scribe she is yet a youthful virgin.
XIX
THREEFOLD
WISDOM
There is a
Wisdom of the eternal Father,
This is the
wisdom who creates the world,
She is the
beginning, the ground of all,
She is
called Creatrix ex nihilo!
There is a
Wisdom of the Logos, the son,
This is the
wisdom who redeemed the world,
She
revealed herself in the folly of the cross,
She shall
be praised as Salvatrix mundi!
There is a
Wisdom of the Holy Ghost,
She
revealed herself in the heart of Mary,
She is the
dove of love, she is the fire of love,
She is
called Consolatrix afflictorum!
This is the
threefold Wisdom, three-in-one,
This is one
godly nature of Lady Wisdom!
XX
MISTRESS
PHILOSOPHY IN PRISON
When the
philosopher was in prison imprisoned,
Mistress
Philosophy came at midnight to him.
He sat in
darkness, she was shimmering bright
And brought
to him the consolation of wisdom:
You are a
victim of the evil in the world,
The evil
seems to be mighty in the kings,
But don’t
be afraid: The evil is nothing!
The evil is
only the lack of the godly good!
All human
beings in the world seek luck,
They seek
lust and beauty and happiness.
What they
desire, if they knew it or not,
Is the
highest good of eternal bliss.
O
philosopher, you are created by God
And
destined for eternal bliss in heaven!
XXI
MISTRESS
THEOLOGY
The poet
saw in a vision the world beyond,
He saw hell
and purgatory and heaven.
His
Mistress Theology leads the poet’s soul
Through the
hands of his master, manly reason.
Manly
reason leads him through hell and further
Through
purgatory into the garden of Eden.
There
appears his Mistress Theology
And said to
the poet of love: Repent, repent!
And
Mistress Theology leads the poet’s soul
Through the
seven heavens of paradise,
Till he saw
the mystical rose, Saint Mary,
In this
rose was the throne of his beautiful mistress.
And the
poet saw the divinity
Of Charity
who leads the universe!
XXII
THE
MINSTREL AND HIS LADY WISDOM
A monk heard
in his cloister at the table
The
biblical readings of Lady Wisdom, and he
Fall in
love with the divinity of this Lady
And became
her lover and her minstrel.
The worldly
women, he loved once, were only thorns,
And Lady
Wisdom, the mystical rose of heaven,
Had saved
the man from love of earthly woman,
Had spared
his heart for her immortal love.
In his
older years Eternal Wisdom
Mad him one
with the crucified Lord, the union
With Lady
Wisdom was the union with Christ,
And the
lover of Wisdom was crucified
In the
imitation of Jesus Christ,
Lady Wisdom
became flesh in Jesus Christ.
XXIII
LADY
CHARITY
A nun saw
Lady Charity in heaven,
She was
queen over all the universe,
She was a
maiden-queen of perfect beauty
And held in
her hand the holy scripture of God.
Lady
Charity was in the heart of all,
In the
precious stones with healing power,
In flowers
and woods and fields as life,
In animals
as instinct, in man as reason.
Lady
Charity, lying in the bed
Of God, was
married with God in mystical union.
The nun saw
Charity as a virgin-mother,
And sucking
at her breasts the Son of God.
Since the
fallen angels lost their thrones,
Lady
Charity had thrones for men.
XXIV
HEAVENLY
BEAUTY
A poet had
a vision of heavenly beauty
And saw the
heavenly sphere of the ideas
And above
the sphere of the ideas the sphere
Of the nine
choirs of angels, spirits of God.
Above the
stars he saw the Empyraeum
Of
celestial beings and above all these
He saw the
heavenly beauty of Lady Wisdom,
More
beautiful even then the Venus of Florence.
He had not
the courage to see the Lord Almighty,
Cause the
Lord Almighty was full of wrath!
But as he
vowed his soul to Lady Wisdom,
Lady Wisdom
reconciled his soul,
And God the
Lord became a God of Love,
Father in
Heaven, and the poet’s soul his child!
