Rainer Maria Rilke

“Buddha In Glory”

Center of all centers, core of cores,

almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet–

all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them,

is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;

your vast shell reaches into endless space,

and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.

Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,

blazing high above your head.

But in you is the presence that will be,

when all the stars are dead.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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