Center

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, 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 (via Cindy von Miller)