Zen Meditation – City of Zurich – Graveyard – The heather blooms again on the cobweb-gray paths! Our steps glide silently!
Funeral orator Abbot Reding invites you to an open meditation in the Sihlfeld Cemetery in the city of Zurich.
Prayer
The heather blooms again on the cobweb-gray paths; Our steps glide silently over smooth pine soil towards our hiking destination: up there, where the mountain forest is blue. I walked this path once in early autumn, longing for heights in my soul, blooming heather at my feet, flying red on my forehead and cheeks and the goal was still miles away.
Up there, where the mountain forest blues, the fairy sat on rocky pinnacles; her white hands waved, her silken veils flew like a spider's delicate web over stone and heather. Once, in early autumn, I went astray in the fairytale forest. Storm wind bent the pine tops.
All the peaks blurred pale and the snow fell on the heap - you, how far away the day is! Take the bouquet from Erika – can you hear the jays calling in the distance? In front of the secret world of the mountains, the veils are all torn - over the gray rock steps we can already see the summit close!
Zen Meditation - City of Zurich
The sky is as if covered with gauze, gray fog sinks damp and heavy, and the hungry swarm of ravens moves back and forth on stubble fields. Leaves rustle on the desolate paths I once trod joyfully and happily; Rough breezes breathe against me and shiver through the winter crops. Every trace of summer's loveliness and lust has disappeared all around. His image still stirs in my breast only in deep, incurable wounds.
Only hope lifts the faded, joyless world with fresh colors; Also collects sheaves from barren fields, which she puts in fields in the future. And the melancholy horrible nights often brighten their golden skylight for us; Her gentle right hand gently introduces us to the realm of fantasy. Tone me too with your flattering words, hope, peace in my anxious heart.
Winding wreaths around the future gate, you interpret the pain of longing. And when summer returns, let every joy that my heart lacks bloom in its freshly revived green in the happiness of seeing you again.