Wedding Prayer and Meditation

O do you know, heart, the two sister angels, descended from the kingdom of heaven. Still blessing friendship with the lily stalk, igniting love with the rose branch? Love is curly black, glowing fiery, beautiful like the spring that hastily wants to sprout. Friendship blond, blooming in softer colors. And like the summer night so mild and still. Love is a roaring sea, where, in the throng, waves of thousands beat upon waves.

Friendship is a deep mountain lake that carries the sky, clearly reflected in the floods. Love breaks in like lightning, friendship comes like dawning moonlight. Love wants to acquire and possess, friendship sacrifices, but makes no demands. But thrice happy, thrice to praise the heart, where both have come in friendly. And where the glow of the rose does not ward off the quiet, mysterious blossoming of the lily!

Spiritual Wedding

When birch leaves whirl like golden foam on withering mats, spin thy peaceful dream under cover in midnight cloud shadows. When the wind appears at your window, a snow-pale suitor, dream that it means well with you and cannot harm you. Dreams of playing sun dust, the cheerful, summer-warm one, and that you, surrounded by green leaves, slept in my arms. He loved her quietly. Modest, shy and from afar, he peers at her through his glasses and yet loves her so terribly.

A little mosquito, which sat sucking on the nose of the beautiful child. Drowned himself in his glass. It almost tastes like pineapple. She had hair like a doll, so incomparably blonde and frizzy. Once he found one in the soup and pulled it out happily. He rolls it up into a curl, put it in a locket. Now it hangs under his skirt where his faithful heart beats.