Prayer and Meditation

Moonlit magic night that captivates the senses, wonderful fairytale world, rise in ancient splendor! Love can be sought, found, never learned or taught. Anyone who wants to ignite the flame without consuming himself must cleanse himself of his sins. Everything is asleep because he is still awake when the star of love is shining. Golden eyes look at him, drunk with delight he gazes at the moonlit magic night. But he must never be frightened when dark clouds chase each other, darkness covers the stars.

Scarcely will the moon dare to awaken a gleam. The tent of love stands forever, illuminated by its own light, but only courage can break what fear wants to weaken forever, which keeps the mind captive. No one has found love who is destined to be dull serious. Fleeting are the golden hours, which always avoided those whom pale sorrow enfolded. Whoever holds the snake to himself is presented with a shadow, everything that the poets sang, the poor man, captured, calls a wonderful fairytale world.

Heart blossoming in faith immediately feels the golden glow, which it lovingly draws into itself and makes its own. Glowing in the most beautiful flame. When the sacrifice is kindled, it is brought up to heaven, love has accepted you, glowing brightly on the altar, rise up in the old splendor.

Do you want to get married while you are pregnant?

She was a child a few days ago, she is no longer, truly no! Sometimes the flower is open, sometimes it half envelops itself again. Who can I ask for the miracle? How? or am I deceived by nice appearances? She speaks with a child's senses, her eyes play so pious. But I become aware of great things, I look into the depths without a goal. Yes! Sweet love has miracles, love has many miracles.