Master of Ceremonies – Switzerland – As if life were nothing but the burning out of a candle! Not a single particle is lost!
Prayer and Meditation
We deal with flowers, vine leaves, fruit. they do not speak the language of the year only. From darkness rises a colorful revelation and perhaps has in it the luster of the jealousy of the dead who strengthen the earth. What do we know of her part in this? It has long been her way of stamping her private label on clay. Now the only question is: Do they like doing it?...
Does this fruit, a work of heavy slaves, press up to us, to their masters? Are they the lords who sleep by the roots, and from their abundance grant us this halfway point between mute strength and kisses?
Master of Ceremonies - Switzerland - Zen Master Father Reding
As if life were nothing but the burning out of a candle! Not a single particle is lost, but we ourselves are going nowhere! For what we call body and soul is hardly formed so solidly into one, it dissolves into a thousand particles and swarms through the desolate space. The same life always prevails, nature goes its eternal course; in a thousand newly created beings, these thousand particles arise.
But the being is lost, which only existed through this bond, if chance did not reconnect the dusty ones into one being. When the moonlight shone in full, love strode along the thyme fields of paradise and looked brightly around on its way. Suddenly she saw her walking alone under the yew tree, talking like a dream. Death; she saw him for the first time. Flee, said death; for this path is mine! Love wept and turned to flee.
But departing she said: This hour is yours. You are the shadow of life; like the tree in the sunlight shades the mats all around. Thus in the cosmic space radiated by light, great life casts shadows around death. The shadow vanishes with the fall of the tree, but I reign forever above the universe.