Burial – Funeral Service with Zen Master Father Reding – And far from both of us, a word too hasty shatters like a shattered star!

Prayer and Meditation

And even if you hold out your hands overflowing with requests: It is over, and my mind remains dumb and distantly veiled. Moreover never turn the happy course back to you, for a happiness that died too early awakens no remorse. Now the wind separates us; And far from both of us, a word too hasty shatters like a shattered star. In a cool ground there turns a mill wheel, my love has disappeared, who used to live there. She promised me trust, gave me a ring, she broke trust, my little ring broke in two.

I would like to travel far into the world as a minstrel, and sing my tunes, and go from house to house. Would like to fly as a horseman into the bloody battle, lie around still fires in the field in the dark night. I hear the mill wheel turning: I don't know what I want - I would like to die, then all of a sudden it would be quiet!

Burial - Memorial Service

At my door the bell rings, sometimes loud and shrill, sometimes faint in tone; Most of the time, her reverb tells me who she is bringing news of.

And I recognized you right away by the sound, because never before has a heartbeat trembled so impetuously as once, moved by you. I still often listen today, as if it must ring, strangely shrill, my heart pounds, my mind trembles, but the bell remains silent. She calls me at times, so and so desires me – just like that, she no longer calls out for me out of sheer love! All the best on the final journey and rest in peace forever and ever!