The Restored Eden,
The Supernal Mother,
The Second Eve.

I am the new heaven and the new earth
for the first heaven and the first earth are passed away;
I am the holy city, new Jerusalem,
coming down from God out of heaven,
prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

I am the mighty Mother Isis;
most powerful of all the world.

I am she who fights not,
but is always victorious.

I am that Sleeping Beauty
who men have sought,
for all time;
and the paths which lead to my castle 
are beset with dangers and illusions. 

Such as fail to find me sleep; 
or may ever
rush after the Fata Morgana 
leading astray 
all who feel that illusory influence
I am lifted up on high,
and I do draw men unto me, 

I am the worlds' desire, 
but few there be who find me. 

When my secret is told, 
it is the secret of the Holy Grail.

It is love.

I have plucked out my heart 
and have given it to the world;
that is my strength. 

Love is the mother of the Man-God,
giving the Quintessence of her life 
to save mankind from destruction, 
and to show forth
the path to life eternal. 

Love is the mother of Christ... 
Spirit, and this Christ is the highest love
Christ is the heart of love, 
the heart of the Great
Mother Isis
the Isis of Nature. 

He is the expression of her power
She is the Holy Grail, 
and He is the life of blood of spirit, 
that is found in this cup.

Isis am I,
and from my life
are fed all showers and suns, 
all moons that wax and wane, 
all stars and streams, 
the living and the dead, 
the mystery of pleasure 
and of pain. 

I am the Mother. 
I the speaking sea. 
I am the Earth in its fertility. 
Life, death,
love, hatred,
light, darkness, 
return to me.

All glories of the Universe bow down, 
the blossom and the mountain and the dawn.
Fruits blush 
and women 
are creations 
crowned.

I am the priest, 
the sacrifice, 
the shrine. 

I am the love and life of the Divine. 
Life, death, 
love, hatred, 
light, darkness, 
are surely mine.

Isis am I, 
the love and light of Earth, 
the wealth of kisses, 
the delight of tears, 
the pleasure never come to birth, 
the endless infinite desire of years. 

I am the shrine at which thy long desire 
devoured thee with intolerable fire. 

I was sung music, passion, death 
upon thy lyre, 

I am the grail 
and I the glory now. 

I am the flame 
and fueler 
of thy breath. 

I am thy queen enraptured and possessed. 

I am the star of God upon thy brow.