Memorial Service at Lake Constance Region – Scatter Ashes – Think of the loved ones and think of the grave
Funeral Service and scattering of ashes in the Lake Constance region: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery, as the funeral speaker, organizes the funeral according to your wishes.
The glasses hat
Sun yellow I see the world if I like it!
I see too much of the earth's torment,
I put my glasses back on gently close your eyes and have my holy rest.
Whether I cry or sing doesn't change big things.
This up and down of the glasses is my own free will.
Prayer and Meditation
This is the willow tree by the lake, swaying and bending back and forth, the owl has room in its trunk, its branches are so empty. Once he was young, once he was green, and wore a lot of golden sheep splendor. The bees hummed into its blossom and fetched sweet flowers. My poor old willow tree, I know, I know what ails you. In me, too, the owl has space.
I'm so afraid. I was sitting in a fishing boat and only heard the oar click; The lake glistened in the sunset, the tired day went to gear. Swans flew along the bank, the valley lay shrouded in fragrance, and a willow flute sounded brightly through the fresh spring air. And peace and quiet around mountains and valleys and everywhere in the evening light - When will peace and quiet ever return, O heart, my heart, to you too?
Burial at the Lake Constance Region
I float on the waves, filled with serenity and watch the play of the air, the dance of the waves. The sun shines golden all around on the flood blue, it shines blessings on the green meadow. Drunk with bliss, press the image to my breast; - But suddenly - a thought destroys the soul's desire. How is it not the waves that once greeted my love? How is it not the air that tenderly kissed it? Isn't it the sun that beholds my lust.
When Vanda's rays of sunshine refresh my cold heart? Tell me, you waves, didn't you rush around them? You inquisitive airs, haven't you overheard them? Oh, tell me, dear sun, Didn't you see my bride? Didn't your flaming eyes see my darling! Then she must have wept, for her eyes became dull; She only gave me streams of tears in response. The air and the waves then sang a song, how love and loyalty left her heart. - I float on the waves and look down into them; Think of the loved ones and think of the grave.