Head of Ceremonies for your Wedding – You are in love, I can see your heart’s embers burning through your waistcoat!

Do you want to get married and start a family? As head of ceremonies and wedding officiant, zen master Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery, will conduct the wedding ceremony with you according to your wishes and ideas.

Wedding Prayer and Meditation

You who are so far away in the big city, I greet you who have forgotten mine. You once thought of me day and night, spent happy hours with me, laughed at me. We tied the knot happily and jokingly. Do your eyes still sparkle and does your mouth smile? You, child, believe in the reason for coffee, you rely on the lottery.

I believe in your eyes, you believe in bad luck, in fairy tales and in dreams that do not deceive. Only believe in your lies. You believe in God completely unsubstantially, you know that one prays to saints, a prayer for every grief. I only believe in the hours that blossom blue and rosy for me in our pale glowing nights. And I believe all of this so firmly and unshakably that I only live for you.

Head of Ceremonies for your Wedding Celebration

Dear friend, you are in love and new pains torment you. It gets darker in your head, lighter in your heart. Dear friend, you are in love and you don't want to admit it, and I can already see the embers of your heart burning through your waistcoat. Already the night has opened the silver shrine of heaven. Now the lake washes the reflection towards you, towards you! And in the glow a light, dark boat rocks.

But he carries and rocks me to you, up to you! I can already hear the fountain going next to the little gate, and this has opened a kindly breeze from the east. The little star shoots, the blood falls from the tree into my boat. All the world thirsts for love, now, little ship, get on! I have to go through life unhappy, my rights are not recognized. Banned from love's beautiful realm, I still have to see her most beautiful!

The weak tongue must not admit it, nor the surreptitious glance sent what the heart has chosen for itself. It must not blow from the breast in a sigh! I seek consolation in the strange night, when the long, empty day has passed, I entrust my secret desires to it. My night is awake in tears, and the long empty day comes again, my love descends quietly into my heart.