Meditation and Wedding Prayer

How I love that time when the day dies away weakly and weakly with its loud voices. And when the bastion and aqueduct and flat roofs blur in the gray twilight! Because when the night stretches out the dark fan. In it the diamonds of the stars glimmer when the nightingales sing. Then, with timid steps, you leave the chambers.

But I'm waiting for you, where under dark vine tendrils that spice the mild after-air, marble sphynxes look at me white and lustful. Until you're about to throw yourself into my arm, and only to drape the riddle of your own life's riddle more tightly with your sweet whisper.

Wedding in Baden Wuerttemberg - Germany

She was a rosebud, for which my heart glowed. But she grew, and wonderfully she shot up in full bloom. Was the most beautiful rose in the land, and I wanted to break the rose. But she knew how to prick me with her thorns. Now that she's withered, torn and slapped by wind and rain,

"Dear Heinrich" I am now, lovingly she comes towards me. Heinrich behind, Heinrich in front, it sounds now with sweet tones. If a thorn pricks me now, it's on the chin of the beautiful one. The bristles that adorn the chins are too hard. Go to the monastery, dear child, or get a shave. Why am I turning to paper again? You certainly don't have to ask that, dearest. Because actually I have nothing to say to you.

But in the end it comes into your dear hands. Because I cannot come, what I send shall carry your undivided heart with delights, hopes, delights, sorrows. All this has no beginning, no end. I don't want to trust you with anything from today, as in thoughts, wishes, delusions, want My faithful heart turned to you. So once I stood in front of you to look at you and said nothing. What should I have said? My whole being was complete in itself.