Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
and 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 hih above your head.
But
in you is the presence that
will be when all the stars are dead.
-
Rainer Maria Rilke