Prayer, Meditation and Poem about Love

Turned down the paths of life don't pause, I beg you as long as you can, press the girls tighter to the beating heart. You know how fleeting youth and jokes are. Let quarrels and jealousy be far from us and never desecrate the hours with crickets trustingly trusting the guardian spirit of love. Everyone is sure to find a bride.

Tree Ritual at the Wedding Ceremony

I was recently a guest at an innkeeper who was wonderfully mild there. A golden apple was his shield on a long branch. It was the good apple tree that I stopped by with sweet food and fresh foam, it nourished me well. Many light-hearted guests came to his green house. They jumped free and feasted and sang to the best of their ability. I found a bed in sweet rest on soft, green mats, the landlord himself covered me with his cool shade. Now I ask about the guilt. Then he shakes the top bless him always from the root to the summit.

The one I planted, young tree whose growth made me happy. I count your springs, there are hardly twenty today. Often in the spirit it delights me in the blue, slender branch structure above me, to expand you powerfully. You only lay shadows suffused with light on the mats, ere you cover the floor with darkness, I myself am a shadow.

But let not Styrian servants catch me, I will retreat from the light under your bark. Fresh juices trickle loudly, trickle through the silence. Around me, in me weaves and builds the eternal will to live. Half conscious and half in a dream above me in the light, I, my beloved tree, will poetize you to the end.