Almond Self Enclosed and Growing Sweet

We close with the poem from the poet Ralka, center of all centers. 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. What in you is the presence that will be when all the stars are dead? That's what I'm trying to say: You're not just a person; you're something more. And we'll get back to our regular programming soon.