Prayer and Meditation

You can only smell the scent of a rose, you cannot see it, you can only feel the gentle wind, you cannot recognize its color. Love is intangible, but beautiful, a feeling indescribable, but palpable. On the top of a mountain, there I would like to stand with you, On valleys, forest tops, look down with you. I would like to show you the world in springtime and say: if it were mine. So it would be mine and yours. In the depths of my soul O you would look down where all the songs that a god ever gave me slept! Then you would recognize.

When I strive for something genuine, and I don't want to call it you, it is animated by you. Ah, she kicks her feet, ah, she won't let it happen. Oh, I can only see half of her sweet body. The veil blows around my waist, my gaze wanders around the veil. My fire blazes wilder and wilder, oh, she shyly pushes me back! Girl, I don't want to force anything. girl give me a kiss Behold, your own wings carry you through desire to pleasure.

Oh, there she snuggles up and smiles. Your kisses are a horror. And with both hands she fans out the candle gleam.

Getting Married in Bern - Wedding Celebration

Do you see the star in the farthest blue, flickering and almost turning pale? Its light takes an eternity to reach your eyes! Perhaps a thousand years ago the star fell to ashes. And yet there its mild glow still stands still and distant. Like the essence of such appearances, which is and yet is not, O dear, your graceful being when you have died!

Love and trumpets are of use to many good things, love and trumpets, even a noble woman achieves love and trumpets. May everyone succeed like the trumpeter Werner on the Rheine in Säckingen!