Bereavement – Arranging a Funeral – Like leaves fall outside every day, blown away by the wind of time!

Prayer and Meditation

Around the big city the world falls asleep. Fields yellow, forests groan everywhere. Like leaves fall outside every day, blown away by the wind of time. Whether plains and forests fall into withered death, whether transience is raging outside, streets roar in the city mountain, hammers echo: the city steams hot in restlessness without time.

Red is already mixing in the leaves with green, mignonette and asters are fading, the grapes are cut, the oats are mowed, autumn is here, the year is getting late. And yet (even if it's autumn) the sun is glowing - get rid of the melancholy from your mind! Banish worry, enjoy what is good before silence, snow and winter come.

Arranging a Funeral

This is an autumn day like none I've seen! The air is still, as if you could hardly breathe, and yet the most beautiful fruits fall rustling, far and near, from every tree. O disturb her not, the celebration of nature! This is the harvest she keeps herself; for today only what falls before the mild rays of the sun detaches itself from the branches. I saw the forest color, the air was gray and silent; I was sad enough to die and hardly knew why.

The dry leaves drifted through the field from the autumn bushes; Then I thought: Your joy was stolen by the wind. Your years, the blooming, your rich summer vanished; You are now spellbound to the frozen floe. Then suddenly a clear sound flowed up in the air: It was a migratory bird that was migrating south. Ah, as the beat of the wings, the song came into my ear, I feel it as a consolation penetrate to my heart wondrously. The fleeing guest warned me out of a clear throat: Don't forget, o human soul, that you have wings!