Wedding Prayer and Meditation

That they are not tied to the world that is so inconstant, the kind spring wind blows away all the cherry blossoms! The fields are white, wherever I look into the pale foggy gray, snow and ice are shining. But there – a ray of sunshine breaks through the veil and pulls your gaze up all at once, and a young scent from the earth struggles through the air. Will it be spring?

It was like soft singing in the garden tonight, as if there was a mild breeze: "Sweet little bells, wake up now, because the warm days are coming before anyone else thought of it." - It wasn't singing, it was kissing, touch the silent little bells gently, so that they all have to ring out from the colorful splendor of the future.

Oh, they couldn't wait, but fields and gardens were still white from the last snow, and they collapsed from the pain. So many poets, tired of singing, stretched themselves down, and the spring they awoke rustles over their grave.

Springtime Wedding - Getting Married in Spring

I want to go out into the fragrant spring, away from the cold, cramped house into the free, enticing expanse. What should I do with the annoying stuff of books that I took more and more in vain. I happily toss them aside. Because don't I find enough outside of the leaves? Every train of the Eternal's own hands shimmers mysteriously.

That probably outweighs the other letters. So I want to turn from one to the other in a winged run. I'm outside now and looking around. How difficult it is to study again, here under the blossoming trees! You are already sending me flower after flower. So I want to rest here in blissful peace. And just want to enjoy and dream.