The Buddha in His Glory
Center of all centers, core of cores,
you are an almond, self-enclosed and sweet.
Lord, this cosmos and its stars are yours,
fruit of your flesh. We bow at your feet.
You feel how nothing clings to you any longer.
Pure endlessness is your only shell.
Within you, full, deep energies flow stronger,
and around you, brilliant brightnesses swell …
… all summoned there by the glowing suns
that cartwheel high up above your head.
And yet, in your heart is already begun
what will remain when those suns are dead.
Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2013