poet Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

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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.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Karen Van Zino (5/18/2018 11:09:00 AM)

    Does anyone know who holds the copyright to this Stephen Mitchell translation? It is not HarperCollins who published his Enlightened Heart

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