Meditation and Wedding Prayer

The blue spring eyes peer out from the grass. These are the lovely violets that I chose for the bouquet. I pick them and think, and all the thoughts. Those who sigh in my heart, the nightingale sings loudly. Yes, what I think, she sings loudly so that it resonates. The whole forest already knows my tender secret. I never loved women, no! I'm looking for the woman. The woman of truth - without wounds.

Of beautiful soul as well as of beautiful body. In which longing should heal. I'm still looking for the woman of harmony. but every longing points to the distance, to ever greater distances... And I didn't bend my knee to a single starry eye. Every woman gave me just one ray of the long-awaited sun of love. So every woman became a new torment for me. Never the whole truth of bliss. I only take one out: my mother and then the mother of my children. But my mother left me alone a long time ago.

The heart of others belongs no less. To the children and many more in need of love, o the deepest longing goes wandering. And seeks love, whose hand is never empty, and who gives her life to one other.

Your Wedding in Sarnen - Obwalden & Nidwalden

Is love a fire and can I nestle the iron, am I full of fire and full of the pain of love, although my dearest heart may be full of it? If it were iron, it would succumb to me; if it were gold, I could bend it with my glow. But if it's meat, I'll continue. It's a stone of flesh.

But a stone like her cannot deceive me. Is it then like frost, like cold snow and ice, how does she press the sweat of love out of me? I think. Her heart is like the laurel leaves that nothing touches a strong thunderbolt, she laughs, Cupid, at your arrow. And is free for your thunderstorm.