 Buddha in Glory
Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet...
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| 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. |
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