Wedding Ritual – Marriage Ritual – Family Ritual – The dance of marriage and family begins with the song between husband and wife!

Wedding ritual - Marriage ritual - Family ritual - The dance of marriage and family begins with the song between husband and wife! Zen master Father Reding blesses and accompanies the beginning of their marriage and family. Going into the unknown together and leading and protecting your family is the song and dance of marriage. Man and woman stand back to back and learn to trust each other blindly so that each can fully fulfill their own task.

Prayer and Meditation - Marriage Ritual

I praise dance because it frees people from the heaviness of things binds the isolated into community. Honor the dance that challenges everything and promotes health and a clear mind and an exhilarating soul. Dance is the transformation of space, of time, of people who are constantly in danger of disintegrating and becoming entirely brain, will or feeling.

A dance, on the other hand, demands the whole person who is anchored in their center, who is not obsessed by the desire for people and things and by the demonic nature of abandonment within their own ego. It demands the liberated, the swinging person in the balance of all forces. I praise the dance. O man, learn to dance, otherwise the angels in heaven won't know what to do with you.

Wedding Ritual - Family Ritual

The song sounded, I heard it as it moved through the roses to the moon. You converted the butterfly that flew colorfully in spring into a pious bee. I have been longing for the rose ever since I heard your song! Your song sounded, the night carried it away. Oh, my peace, sweet swan song! I have to lament to the moon, which listens from the sky, to the stars and roses, where she now swung, who heard this song!

The song rang out, not a single note was in vain, the whole spring that breathes with love, when you sang, immersed itself in the longing stream of my life, in the sunset when your song sounded to me!

The Song of Marriage

I sit down under the nearest bush and sing the blue to myself from the sky. Only a song colors the gray soul more colorfully. The gray day, in which sorrow cries bleakly, becomes a blue day as soon as just one song appears brightly. The most stubborn cloud perks up. Where a love song rises as red as the sun, every cheek shines happily and is filled with heart and soul. A red like that is difficult to wear down.