Thursday, April 23, 2020


Buddha In Glory

Center of all centers, core of cores,

almond, that closes tightly in and sweetens, —

this entire world out to all the stars

is your fruit-flesh: we greet you.

Look, you feel how nothing any longer

clings to you; your husk is in infinity,

and there the strong juice stands and crows.

And from outside a radiance assists it,

for high above, your suns in full splendor

have wheeled blazingly around.

Yet already there's begun inside you

what lasts beyond the suns.


Rainer Maria Rilke
New Poems [ 1908 ]
translated by Edward Snow
North Point 1987