Wedding Ceremony – Thalvie in Zurich – I want, I should, I should, I have to love you!

Your wedding speaker and wedding celebrant, zen master Reding (from the Honora Zen Monastery), in Zurich will guide you through the wedding ceremony at Thalvie in Zurich according to your wishes and ideas.

Location: Thalvie Zürich

Photography: 11i Rasser

Photography: Bartelsfotografie

Meditation and Wedding Prayer

And yet I can't do otherwise, I have to be favorable to her. Although the proud light of my eyes begrudges me its shine. I want, I should, I should, I have to love you, so that we both only sadden each other. Because my wish doesn't apply after all and you don't want to listen. How many a day, how many a night, how many a dear time I got through with complaints, and you laugh at my suffering!

You know, you hear, you hear, you see the pain, and yet you don't take it to heart. So I almost doubt if you have a heart. Are you then hard stone and steel that can be forced? Fields, meadows, forests, mountains and valleys look at my melancholy. The birds sigh what I lament. The hollow bush calls what I say. only you, you proud one, shut your eyes and ears. Oh think, think what you do. I can't be different. I

delight in my suffering, you hate my pain. If I cannot obtain favor, let me receive favor and wish with me that I die straight here.

Your Wedding in Zurich - Thalvie

The heart beat fast on horseback! And away! Wild, like a hero to battle. The evening was already rocking the earth, and night hung on the mountains. The oak tree was already standing in the fog, a towering giant, where darkness looked out of the bushes with a hundred black eyes.

The moon from a hill of clouds shone ruefully through the scent. The winds gently swung wings. Whispered horribly around my ear. The night created a thousand monsters. My courage was a thousandfold. My spirit was a consuming fire, my whole heart melted into embers. I saw you, and the mild joy flowed from the sweet look on me. My heart was completely by your side and every breath for you.

A pink spring weather lay on the lovely face. And tenderness for me - ye gods! I hope so, I don't deserve it! The farewell, how oppressed, how gloomy! Your heart spoke from your eyes. In your kisses what love! O what bliss, what pain! You went, I stood and looked down to earth and looked after you with a wet look. And yet, how lucky to be loved! And love, gods, what luck!