Saturday, April 14, 2012

Rainer Maria Rilke


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, Buddha In Glory