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