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.
Buddha In Glory
Rainer Maria Rilke
(1)
Poem topics: feel, night, peace, space, head, sweet, fruit, rise, endless, infinite, high, universe, billion, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Buddha In Glory poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
Best Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke