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I can give you nothing
that has not already
its origins within yourself

 

I can throw open no
picture gallery
but your own

 

I can help make
your own world visible-
that is all

center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all 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.