City of Zurich – Memorial Service – The more beautiful and fuller the memory, the more difficult the separation!
Prayer and Meditation
Death comes upon man quickly, he is given no respite, it plunges him into the middle of the road, it tears him away from the fullness of life. Prepared or not to go, he must stand before his judge. Are you afraid of death? You wish to live immortally? Live whole! If you're gone a long time, it stays. Death frees us from forced duties, - we have nothing more to pay to him. The white, proud swan sang wonderfully, and I reached the end of my life crying, what a severe and hard fate, is to die unconsoled. Death wants to woo me, in death I am caught, filled with joy, blessed with desire.
If in dying I don't have to bear other pain, I'll probably die a thousand times in the days of my life. The more beautiful and fuller the memory, the more difficult the separation. But gratitude turns the memory into a quiet joy. You don't carry the beauty of the past like a thorn, but like a precious gift. Wonderfully protected by good powers We confidently await what may come. God is with us in the evening and in the morning And certainly every new day. A ship sails out and I watch it disappear on the horizon.
Memorial Service - Zen Master Father Reding - City of Zurich
Someone at my side says, "It's gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight - that's all. The ship is still as big as it was when I saw it. The fact that it keeps getting smaller and then completely disappears from my sight is in me, it has nothing to do with the ship. And just when someone next to me says it's gone, there are others who see it coming and other voices who joyfully cry out, "Here it comes!" That's dying.