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Слушать(AI)Buddha in Glory
Center of all centers, core of cores,almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet—all this universe, to the furthest starsall 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 thatwill be, when all the stars are dead.
Rainer Maria Rilke
René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926), was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist. He is "widely recogn
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