Berne – Zen Meditation – Cemetery – Silent night still reigns solemnly all around, only the forest brook roars foamingly!

Prayer

Silent night still reigns solemnly all around, only the forest brook roars foamingly in the chasm, only the early wind blows and promises dawning dawn in the morning. Shady valleys lie deep in the ground, the pine forest looms darker, a star still twinkles above the treetops. It is you, the star of love, radiant Venus! Star of the morning! How your radiance of light flashes through the twilight from the heights and trembles in the dawn. Delicate and bright, like pearling dew from the calyx of blooming roses.

O well may you shine lovely, rich in dew! From the grave cross that died too soon, your smile kisses away loud tears of melancholy on the wreaths. And in heaven you are one of the strings that, sounded by angelic harps, ring out rejoicing through the universe in the eternally new song of creation. - Here we go! The main glacier is already glowing red, sun! Your Titan race welcomes you, the children of your primeval times.

To you now, peaks flaming as bright as day! Across grass and little flowers, trembling in the dew, the wanderer's step climbs, and in the moss below spiders hastily slip and bees hum busily in the gold clover. The valley gorge sinks backwards in fog, before the longing-drunk gaze opens up the whole lovely long-distance view down to the lake area.

Zen Meditation - Berne

Why do I ask about the people and the noisy city when the mountain forest wilderness, the white silence, has me. The beech trunks are so black in the white snow, the buzzard is looking for its sleeping tree, the deer is on the field. The fox is basically barking, the owl won't rest, the evening wind stirs the branches, the snow keeps falling. The lights are twinkling in the valley, what do I care about their shine, I stand up on the slope and stay to myself.