center of all centers, core of cores,
almond, self-enclosed, growing sweet --
all the universe, to the farthest stars
and 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 nectars rise and flow.
illuminating your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
glowing high above your head.
but in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
~Rilke
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