5 Years Commemoration Ceremony – Master of Ceremonies – Like a ghost I walked through the valley of my childhood!

Funeral speaker Father Reding from Honora Zen Monastery will guide you through the 5 years Commemoration Ceremony the deceased one.

5 Years Commemoration Ceremony

After the funeral, the memorial ceremonies help to slowly process and complete the mourning process.

Prayer and Meditation

I had playmates, I had companions in the days of childhood, in the happy school days. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I laughed, raved, drank late, ate late with my comrades. Are they gone, the old familiar faces. Beloved, how beautiful she was, her door is locked; I'll never see her again. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I had a friend, who has him better, I suddenly left him ungrateful; left him thinking of old familiar faces.

Like a ghost I walked through the valley of my childhood, the world seemed a desert to me, through which I had to wander in search of old faces. My friend, you more than brother, oh, if you were born in my father's house, we could talk about the old familiar faces. How some died, others left me, how others were taken from me; - alas, all divorced. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Commemoration ceremony - 5 years

The moon swims quietly through my blood... Slumbering tones are the eyes of the days. wandering... staggering... I can't find your lips. where are you, distant city with the scorching scents ..… Slowly my eyelids lower over the world, everything is asleep .... And behind noon an old, dreamy white wind bends and blows out the sun. I was always fond of this lonely hill and the woods that almost surrounded it excludes the gaze from the distant turmoil of the heavens. Sitting and looking,

I picture infinite spaces beyond me and more than human silence and rest from the bottom of rest. And for a little while my heart handles it without fear. When the wind rustles through the bushes, I am overcome by the idea of comparing this loudness with that endless stillness. The eternal comes to mind and next to it the old seasons and this existing time, the living, sounding one. So the thought sinks away from me into excess. To sink in this sea is to be shipwrecked.