Zen Meditation – Honora Zen Monastery – Where no hiker has gone, high above hunters and horses the rocks hang in the sunset!
Prayer
The streets I walk as often as I look around me. They remain strangers to me. Hostel where I would like to stay. I can't catch up with her, she's far, far from here. These towns and meadows are so strange to me to look at, the castles dumb and dead. But distant mountains rise up that carry my homeland, an eternal dawn. Well and freshly hiked into the unknown land! Torn, alas, torn, many an expensive bond is.
Your native crosses, where I often lay praying. You trees, ah, you hills, oh look after me with blessings. The wide earth is still sleeping, no bird wakes the grove, but I'm not deserted, but I'm not alone. Because, alas, I carry her precious bond on my heart, I feel it, and earth and heaven are intimately related to me.
Zen Meditation
Where no hiker has gone yet, high above hunters and horses the rocks hang in the sunset. Like a castle in the clouds. There between the pinnacles and peaks of wild carnations the beautiful forest women sit and sing their song in the wind. The hunter looks at the castle; "Those up there, that's my love". He blasts from the shy Rosse- knows no one where he stayed. You who are from heaven, calming all sorrows and pains, filling twice with refreshment those who are miserable twice. Oh, I'm tired of the hustle and bustle!
What is all the pain and pleasure? Sweet peace, come, oh come into my breast! "At noon, when young summer climbs into the mountains. Then he speaks too, but we only see his speech: his breath swells like a wanderer in the winter frost. Ice mountains and fir trees and springs also give him an answer: but we only see the answer. Breathe and penetrate the depths of the depths, opening the space between life and death.