Funeral Service at the Funeral Hall – In the end the grass grows over all graves, time heals all wounds!

Prayer and Meditation

In the end the grass grows over all graves, time heals all wounds, the comfort is the worst that one can give you. Poor heart, you don't want the wounds to heal. You still have something while it burns painfully. Only what has been grieved is dead and severed. Often I think they just went out, soon they will get home again. The day is beautiful, oh don't be afraid, they're just taking a long walk.

Yes, they just went out, and now they're going to get home. Oh don't be afraid, the day is beautiful, they only make the walk to those heights. They just went ahead of us, and won't ask for home here. We catch up with them on those heights in the sunshine, the day is beautiful.

Funeral Hall - Zen Master Reding

As if life were nothing but the burning out of a candle! Not a single particle is lost, but we ourselves are going nowhere! For what we call body and soul is hardly formed so solidly into one, it dissolves into a thousand particles and swarms through the desolate space. The same life always prevails, nature goes its eternal course. In a thousand newly created beings, these thousand particles arise. But the being is lost, which only existed through this bond, if chance did not reconnect the dusty ones into one being.

Sometimes what has oppressed me since you died leaves my breast. As in the lust of youth, I am urged once more to court happiness. But then I ask: What is happiness? So the only answer I can give is that you are coming back to live with me as you once did. Then I see that morning light when we carried you to the tomb. And the wishes fall asleep silently, and I no longer want to chase happiness.