Head of Ceremonies – Burial and Funeral Service – I saw happiness, I loved the sun, I ate and took until there was nothing left to take

Head of ceremonies, Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen monastery, will help you to arrange and carry out the non-denominational funeral service according to your wishes.

Prayer and Mediation

Full of hate and restlessness I ran into the forest: my heart was hot; the world was dead and cold. You brook are as wild and frizzy as I am! Come, foaming fellow, and teach me: - You glide singing over flowers and moss - What is your fate in the great game of the world? And sparkling, sparkling it sounded from the foam, a song, the wave sang it like in a dream: "Dreaming short hours in the bosom of the mountains, a happy leap from the steep slope - foaming up on rigid rocky cliffs - and renouncing oneself far away in the sea."  I listened for a long time.

Did it sound from heaven? "And renounce his self far in the sea." The leaves fell. I desire nothing more than to lie like this withered arbor, knowing nothing more of my life's struggles, falls, victories, without returning. Isn't a winter approaching that no spring will redeem, to end this pale game of defiance and fear? The linden trees I loved stand bare, should I waste myself on wind and fog? He was only too happy to follow the deceit of a lure already doomed to death through the flora of the city scenery, until the crow's flight to the underworld pushed open the black gates.

Head of Ceremonies - Zen Master Father Reding

I sense my homeland's bare hills, I know they will never bloom again. The last ray of sunshine fools through eternal gray, so that we strive in vain to glow. A sea of death, gloomily glowing, desolate and empty, over which unredeemed shadows fly, freezes my existence. I desire nothing more than to lie like these dead waves. My senses have also done me good, life has also smiled sweetly on me; Now I'm exhausted, now I long for a quiet end, for a deep sleep that has no need and no want.

I saw happiness, I loved the sun, I ate and took until there was nothing left to take; Now I want to go. my eye is tired of color, light and shine, it has looked too long at the mosquito dance of the colorful world.

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