"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, thinck 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