Her makers knew his lidded gaze, inward-seeing, outward-looking, must take us all into the heart of compassion as pure gift. Into loving stillness. Her gilding an homage to all the graces scintillating from his transcendence. The venerated one who listens to the cries of every last living creature has been recast as an exquisite mirror, ornament riffling in waves on every surface, yet surfaces empty of all but the light comprising you, and me, and all her beloveds.
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