The Buddha in Glory

Center of all centers, innermost core,
almond sweetening in its self-embrace —
all of this, out to the stars,
is the fruit of your body. We greet you.

You feel how little clings to you now.
Endlessness is your shell,
and there, too, the strength.
It is summoned by the radiance

of the full and glowing suns
that wheel around you.
Yet those stars will be outlasted
by what you have begun.

— Rilke, New Poems

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