Zen Meditation

Born in happy hours in the heart, found in wandering, lost in wandering. How fleeting and eternal you are, love, songs and youth! Those who wander to the truth wander alone, none can help the other be a way brother. We go a span, it seems, in chorus ... to the end, we see, each lost. Even the lover wrestles somewhere far away. But whoever accomplishes it conquers the star, creates, his own Christian.

Neugottesgrund - and he is greeted by brothers and sisters of the Eternal Covenant. White clouds move in the blue when, a child, I lay in the grass. I loved to watch them, dreamed a nice day. White clouds are always moving, and I am happy, an old man, at their bright shimmer, then think of my youth. White clouds will wander long after I've been gone. One hill dreams among others, and they go up.

The Mind Wanders

One day that says to the next, my life is a journey towards great eternity. O eternity, so beautiful, accustom my heart to you, my home is not of this time. Slowly and late I climbed up, now I stand up and ask: "Am I also a meteor in the sky of your days? Will fate make me disappear before the time in the zenith? The horizon stretches wide for us, until night and death me find?"

You look at me and caress my cheeks and hair: "We walk the same way, whether short or long, to the bier." A leaf from summer days, I took it with me on my hikes, so that one day it might tell me how loud the nightingale beat, how green the forest I walked through.