Freelance Pastor for the Funeral – Zen Master Reding – The heart asks in anxious pain. Will I see you again?

Prayer and Meditation

Was insatiable after a thousand kisses, and had to leave with a kiss at the end. After a bitter separation, deeply felt suffering was the shore from which I tore myself. With dwellings, with mountains, hills, rivers, as long as I saw clearly, a treasury of joys. At last in the blue there remained a feast for the eyes at distant, light darkness.

And finally, as the sea bordered the view, my ardent desire fell back into my heart. I searched for what I had lost sourly. It was as if the sky was shining. I felt as if nothing escaped me, as if I had enjoyed everything I've ever had.

Freelance Pastor - Zen Master Reding

When the swallows fly home, when the roses no longer bloom, when the nightingale sings. Faded away with the nightingale; The heart asks in anxious pain. Will I see you again? - Parting, oh parting hurts! The swans are migrating south, to where oranges are blooming, when the sunset is sinking, flashing through the green treetops. The heart asks in anxious pain. Will I see you again? Parting, oh parting hurts! Poor heart, why are you complaining! Oh, you also go to rest one day! What on earth must pass away. Is there a reunion there?

Asks the heart in anxious pain. Does parting hurt here too. Believe that I'll see you again. Grant yourself only one summer, you mighty ones! And an autumn to mature song for me, so that my heart, satiated with sweet games, willingly die to me. The soul, which did not receive its divine right in life, does not rest down there in Orcus either. But once I have succeeded in the sacred thing that is close to my heart, the poem, welcome then, o silence of the shadow world! I am satisfied, even if my playing on the strings does not lead me down. I'll live like gods once, and that's all I need.