Modern – Conservative – Zen Pastor – Zen Master Father Reding – The evening comes with moonlight and silken darkness

Prayer and Meditation

The evening comes with moonlight and silken darkness. The roads are getting tired. The narrow world becomes wide. Opium winds go in and out of fields. I spread my eyes like silver wings. I feel like my body is the whole earth. the city glows: the thousand lanterns blow around. The sky is already piously lighting up its candlelight.

My human face wanders great over everything. Delights grow from crooked mists. Very tiny things suddenly became important. The sky is already green and opaque back there where the blind hills slide. Ragged trees stalk into the distance. drunken meadows turn in circles, and all surfaces become gray and white. Only villages squat bright: red stars

Funeral with Zen Pastor

Far down into the tide dips the light, turning once more to the mountains, sending a glow to their alpine flowers. Since it is already dark in the valley, butterflies are still fluttering here, and the last ray of the sun shines brightly on their wings. Hark, a blackbird strike from the forest! How strange and faded away it echoes in the high day from the deep twilight. The sky is of the brightest blue and white clouds smile with it.

And slender trees, dark or green, look at you and silently say: look! Everything is enveloped in soft air that is still, as if listening to a fairy tale. And all the birds listen as if intoxicated - one hears only scent. The white clouds twinkle like the snow that has fallen on forget-me-nots. And the soft woe that pours over the trees is just as blue. And - are the trees dark or green? You probably don't know exactly yourself. In a window, a drop of red trembles out of the blue. They are blooming.