Prayer and Meditation

Oh we poor! Young men do not love as we love. When longing torments them, they comfort each other, seek friends, trust in friends the sorrows of the soul. Looking for distraction, see meadows and people and art. And we shut up, faint-hearted souls, lonely we eat each other lovingly and longingly into the grave. O sun, o sea, o rose!

As when the sun rises triumphantly over the stars that linger in the sky, one gleam after the other, faintly hereditary. Until all are gone in a shine. That's how I found you, dearest. You came, there was what my heart ever felt, disappeared into you. O sun, o sea, o rose! As when the arms of the sea open up to the streams that meander after them. These rush into it fervently until they find peace in the deep womb.

That's how I felt you, dearest. My heart has released itself with all the wounds of longing into you. O sun, o sea, o rose! As if in spring a thousandfold greenery had struggling to loosen itself, a quarreling people, until the rose entered royally, binding it to a wreath around itself. So, dearest, I wrapped you around. The wreath of existence must bloom, bound in you.

Lake Lucerne Wedding Ceremony

Blue the sea! Surrounded by tall reeds, your eyes are blue, gracefully wreathed in brown lashes. As the colorful swarm of stars paints itself in the lake, my sky is reflected in your eyes. But how the boats sway in the lake, well, let me look you in the eye, the thoughts.

Damp and cool the floods of water light flickering, does your bright eye also look cool? never know. Do you love me? So I ask daily, I ask hourly. But your heart is like the sea, unfathomable.