Canto XXX of Paradise
the human tregedy

The divine Vulva, the siege of Love.
Where all the greedy souls suffers from carnal desire.


Forse semilia miglia di lontano ci ferve l'ora sesta, e questo mondo china già l'ombra quasi al letto piano, quando 'l mezzo del cielo, a noi profondo, comincia a farsi tal, ch'alcuna stella perde il parere infino a questo fondo; e come vien la chiarissima ancella del sol più oltre, così 'l ciel si chiude di vista in vista infino a la più bella. Non altrimenti il triunfo che lude sempre dintorno al punto che mi vinse, parendo inchiuso da quel ch'elli 'nchiude,


RETURN TO THE PORTAL OF PARADISE


Arrived at the sky of the stars, love and the fact of not being able to see anymore, forced me to turn my eyes towards Jeanne. The beauty that I saw exceed my faculties, but I had the conciousness that only Her Creator could taste Her fully, and I was like jealous. From the first day I saw Her on earth, until that vision, never I ceased singing about Her, but like the artist who come at the exhaustion of his art, I am impotent to trace Her beauty in my verses. With the voice of a diligent guide, She says to me: "We now arrived at Heaven, The Empyree: The light of the spirit which is full with love, the true love which is full with joyfulness, the Joyfulness which exceeds any desire. Here you will see the militia of paradise, and one of them, under the aspect you will see again the day of the Last Judgement." A bright light resplendit around me, and wrapped me of all its splendour that nothing more was perceptible to me. "Love which gives the peace of heart is the necessary ingredient to such a salvation, to prepare your Lingham to conquer its flame." As soon as these short words have been heard, that a new vision set me ablaze, so strong that my eyes could not have supported such sharp light. This light had the shape of a vulva, and was resplendant with glare between banks of sharp flesh open like the sepals of a flower. From this vaginal Volcano came out sharp lava which deposed themselves like rubies on the spread out sepals; then, like if intoxicated by their perfumes, they made tnemselves merry, entering or outgoing from the inviting cavern. "The great desire, which now ignites you and pushes you to the consciousness of what you see and to melt yourself in Him, pleases Me as much that it is intense. But it is necessary that you drink from this divine Magma, so that your desire calms down in Me. The petals, the lava, the flavours that fills you with wonder, are only illusions to hide and announce what is real, because your eyes do not see all that is necessary to see at the bottom of all things." And as a little child who street himself by instinct towards the milk which squirts from the inflated mammal, my eyes became larger, and the petals, the lava, the flavours were suddenly metamorphosed, and I saw appearing the two courts of Heaven. Oh splendour of God! Why I do not have the force to express what then I saw of the triumph of the true kingdom! Up there in the Empyree, there is a Cavern filled with light, of a circumference larger than that of the solar star, and which gives peace to any creature that engulfed in it. My glance embraced, as a whole, all qualitative and quantitative dimensions of this joyfulness. Off being far or closer did add nor remove anything, because where God governs, the natural laws do not exist any more. In the golden center of the eternal rose, which dilates and quivers from degree to degree, and which exhales an odorous perfume, Jeanne attracted me, similar to somebody who keep silent while wanting to speak, and she says to me: "Look how it is ample the cloister of the noble souls! See as it is ample the seat of Love and as it is attracting. On this large circle where you fixed your eyes, see the petals in the shape of a rose, that decorate the divine Cavern and which invite you to the banquet of your weddings. There, will sit your soul stripped of any desire to possess Me. The unreasoned concupiscence which blinds you, has made you such the lover who is thirsty and drives out the breast that nourishes him. But God does not support it like so, and He then, precipitates you out of His sacred Meatus, where the avid souls suffer forever from carnal desire."



Marco Polo ou le voyage imaginaire (the human tregedy, janvier 2000) © 1999 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
Theme musical: romanian de Bartok, emprunté aux Classical Midi Archives.
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CANTO XXXI OF PARADISE