Funeral without Church – Funeral Service – Zen Master Father Reding – Nothing stands on earth, it must pass by

Prayer and Meditation

A child forgets himself; a boy doesn't know each other; The young man looks bad; a man always has duty. In old age grief increases; an old man becomes a child again: What do you think, what glorious things these are! When someone you love dies, it's like a dream, the first few days you can hardly find yourself.

He can't ask himself how he's going to endure it, and when he thinks about it, he's already endured it. Body and soul that we were, I cannot heal from your death. As you crumble lonely in your grave, so I feel, my life, decomposing with you.

Funeral without church with speaker - Zen Master Reding

Nothing stands on earth, it must fly by. Death comes along, you cannot conquer it. For a while, maybe someone else knows what you've been. Then it is swept away and the broom sweeps on. I live and don't know how long, I die and don't know when, I'm driving and don't know where, I'm surprised that I'm so happy. Four and a half billion years, people say, the earth has existed now, from the beginning to the present day. For so long, I'll say it like it is, you didn't exist, nobody missed you.

This time is now distributed over a thousand kilometers, maybe fifteen millimeters, in which one stays here. And until shortly after, maybe ten millimeters, someone else will think of you, and I think that's enough. And just a few more millimeters, then the thinking of you finally stops. After that, after this short life, it's as if you never existed. So remember, you are not important at all. Enjoy every hour, then you do it right.