In Need of Devotion

There is no silent gaze — every sight is a confession, a subtle desire a soft-lit hunger, or forgotten appetite. What do our eyes ask of the morning light? Behind the painted blossom Some eyes tremble, not in fear but with the ache of wanting to see all the way, from and through. Tell me — if we trace the gilded lines back to the pulse beneath them, will we find a heart still brave enough to be devoted... to be devoured? The world sees the glitter, the ornament, the crafted noise. But beneath it, Beauty holds its breath with a quiet plea: Do not admire me, nor what I’m made of. Worship what sees me — what sees in you. For the eye that searches through lacquered shadows is not adorned; it is longing. Longing for the one gaze that will not flinch when it meets the divine, unmasked All the gold and all the shimmer, are only a question: Will you stay long enough? Would you endure the fire? Would you give your whole heart, even for just a spark of an All-creating light? And even then, we cannot deny There is nothing more divine Than sharing an honest look into dear human eyes

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1VUENvB5d8r7wss278LcTjKwTz6wAnt21u

Token ID

2