Meditation, Chants, Mantras, Folk, Healing, Peace - Music

[fenris]

Auch das Schicksal
Und die Angst kommt ueber nacht.
Ich bin traurig -
Gerade hab ich noch gelacht…
Und an sowas schoenes gedacht.
Auch die Sehnsucht
Und das Glueck kommt ueber nacht.
Ich will lieben,
Auch wenn man dabei Fehler macht -
Ich hab mir das nicht ausgedacht.
Wunder gescheh’n…
Ich hab’s geseh’n.
Es gibt so vieles was wir nicht versteh’n.
Wunder gescheh’n…
Ich war dabei.
Wir duerfen nicht nur an das Glauben was wir seh’n.

Immer weiter -
Immer weiter gradeaus.
Nicht verzweifel’n.
Denn da holt sich niemand raus.
Komm steh selber wieder auf.
Wunder gescheh’n…
Ich hab’s geseh’n.
Es gibt so vieles was wir nicht versteh’n.
Wunder gescheh’n…
Ich war dabei.
Wir duerfen nicht nur an das Glauben was wir seh’n.
Was auch passiert… Was auch passiert…
Ich bleibe hier. Ich bleibe hier!
Ich geh’ den ganzen langen Weg mit dir.
Was auch passiert…
Wunder gescheh’n… Wunder gescheh’n!
Wunder gescheh’n…
Wunder gescheh’n…

[azulai]

Here's several songs in Scots Gaelic by Capercaille that I've been listening to recently.

These were all seriously pretty. Her voice is very beautiful--didn't understand a word :biggrin: but that first one was so soothing. Thanks for posting these, Bookworm.
I found this from one of the yt channels you linked. I love the flute. Scotland is incredibly beautiful.



Here's a sad but beautiful song by Rammstein. Fenris, the lyrics remind me a little of "Oh, sore Winter," just a hint.



Rammstein - Ohne Dich
"Without you"

I'm going to go into the fir trees
There where I last saw her
But the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land
and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest
And the forest it is so black and empty
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more

Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it

On the branches in the ditches
it's now silent and without life
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more

Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it without you
Without you
Without you

(musical interlude)
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me
Woe is me, oh woe
And the birds sing no more

Without you I cannot be
Without you
With you I am alone too
Without you
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still
They aren't worth it without you

Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you!

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Brothers Lionheart maintheme

[azulai]

This weekend I dug out my old notebooks from when I first started my journey and I was really struggling with the Tao paradox of wu wei. And, also there were my notes on meditation, and IDK, something gave when I read my notes. I had this scribble about compassionate meditation. One line and I've just been thinking about it over and over, wishing I had more. So, today I kind of tied compassionate meditation together with positive thoughts and focused my meditation on sending out peace and positivity into the universe while I try to accept wu wei when my nature is wei.



I also found this info on the lotus in my notes, I didn't write down sources at the time. :redface:

Rather than looking at what the lotus symbolizes look at where it comes from:
"The beginning of the life of the Lotus flower is down deep in the muck and the mud of water and it actually grows up and out of the muck, mud, water and swamp to become a beautiful creation of life."
{me then-->life may not start out so great but fight way through the crap of it all and succeed.}

So, one might find himself beneath the murky waters, but in time you grow and with determination rise above the water and bloom. I know this is not related to the Buddhist focus on the lotus/Nirvana, but I thought it was a nice practical man's view. I also wrote down that all parts of the lotus are edible. :tongue: Don't know where I was going with that info. hahaha. And, the lotus opens in the morning and closes at night. Here's a time-lapse vid of one blooming. So peaceful.

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This weekend I dug out my old notebooks from when I first started my journey and I was really struggling with the Tao paradox of wu wei. And, also there were my notes on meditation, and IDK, something gave when I read my notes. I had this scribble about compassionate meditation. One line and I've just been thinking about it over and over, wishing I had more. So, today I kind of tied compassionate meditation together with positive thoughts and focused my meditation on sending out peace and positivity into the universe while I try to accept wu wei when my nature is wei.



I also found this info on the lotus in my notes, I didn't write down sources at the time. :redface:

Rather than looking at what the lotus symbolizes look at where it comes from:
"The beginning of the life of the Lotus flower is down deep in the muck and the mud of water and it actually grows up and out of the muck, mud, water and swamp to become a beautiful creation of life."
{me then-->life may not start out so great but fight way through the crap of it all and succeed.}

So, one might find himself beneath the murky waters, but in time you grow and with determination rise above the water and bloom. I know this is not related to the Buddhist focus on the lotus/Nirvana, but I thought it was a nice practical man's view. I also wrote down that all parts of the lotus are edible. :tongue: Don't know where I was going with that info. hahaha. And, the lotus opens in the morning and closes at night. Here's a time-lapse vid of one blooming. So peaceful.

that flower that was blooming was awesome

[fenris]

Die Moorsoldaten / Peat Bog Soldiers




This Song was written in 1933 from prisoners of a nazi-concentration-camp

READ THE WIKI

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Die fünf Söhne

Text und Melodie: Traditional, 16. Jahrhundert; Arrangement: Guido tum Suden

Original Text :

Ick hebbe se nicht up de Scholen gebracht,
ick heb nicht einmal över se gelacht,
se gaat nicht spelen up de Straten.
Ick hebbe se up de wilde See gesandt,
ehren levesten Vader to söken.

Dat eine starf den bitteren Dot,
dat ander starf van Hunger so grot,
dat drüdde word gehangen,
dat verde blef up de wilden See dot,
dat fifte flüt achter dem Lande.

Wann he up den Kerkhoff quam,
he reip god sin hemmelschen Vader an
und bedet al mit flite,
dat en god wolde de Sünde vorgeven
und halen en in sin Rike.

Translation into High-german:

Ich habe sie nicht auf die Schule gebracht,
ich habe nicht einmal über sie gelacht,
sie gingen nicht spielen auf der Straße.
Ich habe sie auf die wilde See gesandt,
ihren liebsten Vater zu suchen.

Das eine starb den bitteren Tod,
das andere starb von Hunger so groß,
das dritte wurde erhängt,
das vierte starb auf der wilden See,
das fünfte flüchtete auf das Land.

Als er auf den Kirchhof kam,
rief er Gott seinen himmlischen Vater an
und betete mit viel Fleiß,
dass Gott ihm die Sünde vergeben
und ihn in sein Reich holen solle.

C:






To wake up after the silent songs :

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Springtime

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Hamburg - Ohlsdorf, Cemetery