Your Wedding – Love is a sweet flower that breaks out of bitter anger!
Wedding orator zen master Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery officiates your wedding ceremony with you according to your wishes and ideas.
Wedding Prayers and Meditation
Wave foam, fringes of clouds, wishes, dreams, unfolding, held in motion. Some experiences that have long since floated away, that are slightly interwoven with figures, how they come, how they flee. whimsical children, fantasies, images in passing, love poetry! He who never burned with anger does not know love either. Love is a sweet flower that gives birth to bitter anger. As roses bloom from thorns and stand wonderfully lovely, so love stands beautifully on sharp anger.
Far away and close, invigorating and yet semblance, that's how I see you, dearest, erected before me. An outline that flees from my gaze and that is destined to be an image. Hands have long given up grasping for the shape of flesh and bone. Enough to know that you are bread and wine and tender fire that illuminates me.
The eyes will one day fall into mold. What would I be without you? A crazy babble, a darkness and an intoxication of bitterness. Let the light kisses blow through my word. Let sink into my twilight poem Your face from the edge of the well.
Your Wedding Celebration
Desireless bliss flows over me from your nearness. everyday life becomes Sunday time. Life wraps itself around us immortally. And I feel human divinity with you through you. I hardly know what once was. the narrow world becomes wider space. And wood becomes iron, iron becomes wood, and pride becomes humility, humility becomes pride. My blood in paradise sings marvelous tunes for me as it circulates.
All wishes rest. I don't know anymore, then who are you. Don't know anymore, then who am I. Who was calling you? summoned you? Who bid you come when it was a burden? Go to the lover you like more, go where your thoughts are. Only where your senses and thoughts are! I would like to give you the gift of coming to me. To the sweetheart you like more, who called you then? Who called you here?