Scatter Ashes in the Ravine – Feldmeilen Herrliberg – Water fall to jump, to sound, to sing, I am silent, how and where?

Prayer and Meditation

Love and sorrow rise up in easy life, float downwards, everything wants to embrace the heart. Only longing, never attain, in the mirror all your images look more mildly. Look wild youth can't miss anything to dream on, to foam on. Spring shall enchant and enchant her with sweet glances, summer shall lavishly entertain me with fruit and myrtles, gladly gird me. Autumn you shall teach me housekeeping to want and to desire, and you winter teach me to die and perish, spring to inherit.

Water fall to jump, to sound, to sing, I am silent, how and where? Gloomy and happy, just like that, like that! We rejoiced in fragrant blossoms that glowed for us in the foliage. now that the fruits are showing Let's pick from full branches. When winter comes, a dry branch is of the best use, warming us. As the flames leap upward, we dream of spring days.

Scatter Ashes in the Ravine

Deep in winter I like to hear it, before the sun comes out, how a morning bell rings through the darkness from afar. In August, when thunder rolls, I'm happy how the wind vane moans, and in autumn, when a raven croaks on the clods late in the evening. But what can expand my heart like the first finch beat, like the song of the lark on a bright, wonderful spring day? When the first lark sings in March, how sweet and promising that sounds!

Listen! The nightingale in the rose bush, how golden spring day you are! The oriole calls from the cherry tree, it's summer and yet it was hardly spring. Ah, how soon the scent of autumn mignonette will be blowing, and the crane will call from high in the air. Just a little while longer, then the lake will stare and the crows will caw above the snow! How lovely and promising that sounds when the first lark sings in March!