center of all centers, core of all 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 high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.

: Rainer Maria Rilke (verse gaffled from jim)