Zen master Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery invites you twice a year to open Zen meditation in Lucerne in the Friedental Cemetery.

Zen Meditation

My soul feels that we are groping for goals. And she asks you while resting. did you bring me about And you smile so wonderfully and cheerfully and soon we'll move on. Gates open.... Loyal forward walking, side by side, one makes the other strong in suffering. One bears another's heavy burden, one grasps the other's hand. Nobody asks the other. Is it still far?

Blessed is hiking as a couple. Stars wander through the expanses, distant waters sing softly. If my heart would just slip away from me in the silver glow of the night. Human suffering and human error are so far away and far away – give, o night, my soul your purity starry dress!

When the Mind wanders

People say that happiness dwells above the mountains, to wander far. Oh, and I went, in the swarm of the others, came back with tears in my eyes. Over the mountains, far, far over there, people say, happiness lives. I stay away from the arguments that wander around the beer table. Everyone likes to hear themselves and ignores the others.

And when you've weighed down your head with angry denial, you go home, a new convert - to your old opinion. We're all alone, only holding on to each other, every word will be like a forest before our wanderings. Our will is only the wind that pushes and twists us. Because we ourselves are the longing that is in flowers. In the sky the sun grows hot, the sea swells, the ice cracks, the first sail divides the tide, my heart swells like the urge to sail. The heart that misses the day of its youth is doomed to wander.

As soon as the Lenzes sun blazes, as soon as the waves foam again. Forsaken youth is a pain and a haven for an eternal longing, the heart searches for its spring forever, forever! And even if your curls turn gray and your heart will soon stand still, it still has to go to its spring when the waves are blue.