Buddha In Glory

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.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Comments (3)

wow i like if u rule the world...live in peace no war...there is no word of hate will exist.. thanks for sharing a nice emotion...love and peace and harmless...like a bird fly free and no boundaries...it remind my previous poem about friendship...
Sounds good your world.
Greetings, You have informed remarkable words... you have a gold heart. Father-david, the god has given us free will and from this we resist a correct life... which will be approved from the god..10.. Sincerely, Tsira