Bereavement

Prayer and Meditation

I weep for flowers, the buds broken, that perish before the dawn of their bloom, I weep for love that has been cut out of me and for my heart that will not understand. You came, I knew you'd go right away ... I saw it, but didn't say a word: I just sat motionless, letting the madness creep into the eternal shadow of my longing: Just like a bird suddenly wakes up in the still night, because it glows in the sky and thinks it's day and raises its head and sings, but before its eyes manage to look. It's dark again, only the sadness pulls through a soft lament, which kindles briefly.

Whoever has felt the deepest of all wounds in mind and spirit bitter parting pain; Loved what he has lost, must leave what he has chosen, the beloved heart, which in joy understands the tears and love's eternal longing to be one in two, to find one in the other, that the boundaries of duality disappear and the pain of existence. A being could love so completely in heart and mind O! He is not comforted by the fact that for joys that are lost, new ones are born again: those aren't.

The beloved, sweet life, this taking and this giving, word and meaning and look, this searching and this finding, this thinking and feeling, no God gives back.

I support I arrange the device on the small tea table. The lilacs in the bowl smell heavy; The clock ticks quietly warningly, the hands hurry – he won't come again. The shiny silver cauldron sings dreamily, the little flame flickers restlessly to and fro. I look into his glow with dead eyes – he doesn't come anymore. And with trembling hot hands I press the lilac blossoms firmly and heavily to my breast. They fall off, crushed, withered, trampled on - he doesn't come anymore.