Non-Religious Wedding – The path to a person’s heart, each path has its own speed!

Do you want to get married and start a family? Your wedding celebrant, zen master Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery, will organize the non-religious wedding with you according to your wishes and ideas.

Prayer and Meditation

Friend! frugal is the leader of beings, petty thinkers who so anxiously look for laws are ashamed. Realm of spirits and turmoil of the body rolls the impetus of a wheel to the goal, here my Newton saw it go. It teaches spheres, slaves of a bridle, to draw labyrinthine paths around the heart of the great cosmos. Spirits in embracing systems flock to the great spirit sun.

As brooks flee to the sea. Wasn't this almighty gear that forced our hearts together in the eternal jubilant bond of love? Raphael, on your arm - oh bliss! I dare joyfully to the great spirit sun the way of completion. Happy! happy! I found you, surrounded you out of millions, and out of millions you are mine. Let chaos shake this world, shake the atoms in confusion. Our hearts flee to each other forever. Must I not suck the reflections of my lust out of your flaming eyes? Only in you do I admire myself.

The beautiful earth paints itself more beautifully to me, reflects more brightly in the gesture of a friend, the sky is more charming. Melancholy casts off the anxious burden of tears, sweeter to rage from the storm of suffering, in love's bosom. Doesn't even the tormenting delight in a friend's eloquent radiance impatiently seek a voluptuous grave?

If I were alone in the universe of creation, I dreamed souls into the rocks and hugged them and kissed them. I moaned my complaints into the air, rejoiced when the chasms answered, fool enough! of sweet sympathy.

Non-Religious Wedding

We are dead groups - when we hate, gods - when we embrace each other in love! Thirst for the sweet bondage – Upward through the thousandfold stages of numberless spirits that did not create, divinely reigns this urge. Arm in arm, always higher and higher, from the Mongolian to the Greek seer.

Who lines up with the last seraph, we wallow, in a peaceful ring dance, until there, dying, submerge measure and time in the sea of eternal splendor. The great world champion was friendless, felt lack - that's why he created spirits, blessed mirrors of his bliss! Even if the supreme being found no one like it, infinity foams for him from the chalice of the whole kingdom of the soul.