The Underside of the Gaze

The goldsmith's trade: a fascination for scrutinizing avarice,
capturing the revelation of beauty, and refining its silence,
then enclosing it in the piece.

One single space pervades all beings;
an inner world-space. Silently, the birds
fly through us still. Oh, I who want to grow,
I gaze outside and inside me grows the tree.

[RM Rilke]

Every jewel longs to draw
our gaze for a moment.

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