Burial on the Mountain – Now life has reached its destination and the journey was with purpose!

Your funeral orator: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen monastery, will guide you through the alternative burial on the mountain according to your wishes.

Prayer and Meditation

Now life has reached its destination and the journey was without purpose. O young man, touch the strings, Tomorrow you will become an old man. the leaky ship and the rotten keel in seas without rails. The wind, the ball and the waves, whirled uselessly in circles. Hoped so much and wished so much, deceived in every way. Tormented by embers and ice through the eternal contradiction. Now the rose sinks on a matt stem, the leaves fall from the journey.

Now life has reached its destination and the journey was without purpose. Should I die one day, and you should still live, and time should still gurgle. And the morning still shine, and the noon still burn as it always was. In case birds nest early and bees hurry as usual. If you go downstairs, stay there in peace! It's nice to know that stocks last when we're at daisies. That trade and commerce survive, sales are still flying. It makes the farewell peaceful, the soul always stays cheerful. That good men full of life stand high on the ladder!

Burial on the Mountain

The quick year teaches us that there is nothing to hope for ever here, makes true the rapacious hour that kidnaps the day. A mild southerly wind breaks the frost, summer's embers drive away May, giving way to autumn, which scatters fruit, and soon it will snow again. But the moon recovers when it has waned. We, once we reach our fathers' camp, become dust to the core, will not see this world again. Who knows if the golden sun will still go down on us tomorrow! Why are you so eager to pick up your money? What escapes the heir's stinginess brings you thanks in your life.