Zen Master Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery invites you to an open meditation twice a year with the Friedhof Forum of the City of Zurich.

Meditation - City of Zurich

"You gave me your heart and your songs again and again, I took them carefree. Now I have to grieve you. I can't love you anymore because I'm not yours anymore." "And if you love someone else, I want to wander far away, I feel so narrow here. How painfully the lilacs bloom! My heart and my songs, I leave them with you." I on earth, you in the sky, we both walk vigorously towards. I serious and gloomy, you mild and pure, what can the difference be?

Wander from country to country, so homeless, so unknown. Uphill, downhill, forest in, forest out, but I'm nowhere, alas! at home. But you wander up and down From East's cradle to West's grave, wall countries in and countries out, and yet you're at home wherever you are. The sky stretched out endlessly is your beloved homeland. O happy he who, where he goes, yet stands on his homeland!

When the Mind wanders

We go and wander from year to year, we live and thrive from old to new. Speak your gentle blessings to all our paths, let the sun of grace shine on the big and the small. Mercifully help all the sick, give happy thoughts to the afflicted souls who torment themselves with melancholy. And finally, what is most important, fill us with your spirit, which adorns us gloriously here and leads to heaven there. Sunshine on all roofs, mild air in the streets, the sky shines silver-blue, and the mountains stand in fragrance.

Young heart, out into the open and past my darling's house! Look, there is a fresh bouquet of flowers in front of her open window! Above all, I would like to know who the lovely flowers are for? But the rogue doesn't show, only the curtain trembles in the wind. Tonight I'm supposed to see my beloved behind the garden. Will the colorful flowers still be standing at the window tomorrow? On! Out through gate and bridge!

Far through woods and meadows and hags! This first day of spring is only enjoyed in hiking. Tired of rejoicing, tired of seeing, and lively and warm from wandering, I sweep on stealthy paths home in the lover's arm. Bring her kisses, bring her songs, as one hears on the green Hag. Only in songs, only in kisses does a spring day really end.