Schwyz – Funeral Service – You dust-born, tremble and see how swiftly the flesh here perishes!

Your funeral orator in Schwyz: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen monastery, will guide you through the alternative burial according to your wishes.

Prayer and Meditation

You dust-born, tremble and see how swiftly the flesh here perishes. Many a royal bone sleeps in this heap of stones. Not too heavy for the once crowns, here they no longer stir the hand. Her bass is still preaching from the dust that you can't rely on size. Verily, a field, inch by inch, full of the royal seed.

The one with sin that bent it, sucked the earth into its furrows. The dice fell where they rest. The gods once are men now, on the bare sand of base fame dripped foam of kingship. A world of pomp and happiness dusted from the moment. Life is full of greed and strife, beware little bird! Many big beaks stand wide and wickedly open and are ready to tear you apart.

Your little heart is swelling, your little throat is ringing, beware little bird! The vulture comes to devour you. You, so animated and colorfully exhilarated, twitch your claws. I'm so scared, beware, little bird! I'll soon know how to die, and let myself be carried by the tide that sweeps everything away.

Funeral Service - Schwyz

So you liked it here in this beautiful world. So that you don't particularly like the wafting away. Don't let that bother you. If you really want and mean, you will sprout again. Just not exactly like before. But, old man, consider that there are some things here, for example gout and intrigues, which are generally unpopular. Where eternities stretch, thoughts stop, only the pious longing of the heart suspects what without the course of time.

Where we were, where we are staying, no clever human word says. But the brooding spirits write. If you're gone, stay away. Don't be tempted to try something new. What happened, it will happen. Eternally on the shores of life you will sink, failing.