A lesson of light
That we may know the Maker
And make light within
Three holy makings
Formed of sand, heated by sun
The Great Maker's gifts
Gifted from the start
When this world was freshly formed
And none were elders
With these three we see
We let light pass, we move light
Shape light to our needs
For the Great Maker sees all
Through the Maker's gifts we see
To see is to know
We must see ourselves
As the Maker sees we are
But we see through glass
The glass shapes the light
And the glass softens the light
And glass reflects light
These are the three gifts
Window and mirror and lens
Bringing light to us
All light is given
That we may see, know, and live
And reflect light back
We own not this world
All is of the Great Maker
We own not ourselves
Our faces reflect
The face of the Great maker
And his reflects ours
The eyes are the light
Letting us see purity
Saving us from dark
We need eyes to see
To see not is to know not
And to fall from light
Eyes are our windows
Letting the Maker light up
Our homes and our deeds
Let the light inside
Inside your mind and your home
Or else fall to dark
The mirror lets us
See where we else might not see
And send light around
With the mirror's help
We can put house upon house
And have light for all
With many mirrors
We multiply the sun's heat
So metal may melt
With many mirrors
We multiply the sun's heat
So water bubbles
By lens we may see
Things great and small, near and far
As the Maker sees
By lens we may see
The smallest imperfection
Or greatest wonder
By lens we must see
How great a world we live in
And how small we are
By lens we must see
The tiniest motes of life
And how great we are
By lens we may see
Better than we could without
As our eyes fail us
By lens we may see
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Distant stars and distant worlds
Which are not our own
For this world alone
Was made for us to live on
And go not to war
Thus ends the lesson
Remember the Maker's gifts
And the warnings
But lessons are not
Enough to satisfy the
Seeker of knowledge
The seeker must know
Not just what is said to be
But what truly is
Knowledge comes from sight
Hearing brings only belief
Unless there is trust
Why should the learner
Trust those who restrict teaching
From half those who seek?
Should not all seek truth
To better know what is light
And see it with eyes?
To hear is only
An echo of true knowing
A shadow of light
So the seeker seeks
And so the seeker must sneak
To peak through the gates
Why is truth gated?
The Great Makers light should be
Visible to all
The seeker's mind is
More than enough to handle
Knowledge kept from her
Why exclude any
Who wish to seek out all truth
Because of their birth?
The seeker will not
Be held back by any rule
Knowledge rules all rules
Any mind can learn
Even when attached to a
Body that can bear
Why should the gift of
Bringing forth new life reduce
How much can be learned?
Did not the Maker
Bring forth all life on this world
From the Maker's light?
Is not the Maker
The one who knows all knowledge
And untold secrets?
So the seeker must
Reflect the image of the
Great Maker who sees
So the seeker must
Go forth and investigate
To see what is so
And the seeker will
See what exists in the world
Not just inside books
Forrester's Crossing
Not the best place to look from
But still good enough
Forrester's Crossing
Lacks the best facility
The prime is Yuffin
On a moonlit night
Seeker's seventeenth summer
Darkness is held back
On a moonlit night
There is no reason to fear
The shadow terrors
On this moonlit night
The seeker slipped from the house
To the place of stars
From here we look up
See through lenses and mirrors
Window to night sky
Here we track motion
Paths of the wandering stars
Whether fast or slow
Here is a refuge
To look into the night sky
Surrounded by dark
A place of honour
A place of higher learning
A place for old men
The seeker is not
Welcome to enter this place
Not at any time
The seeker is not
Held back by the restriction
Knowledge must be found
The seeker must not
Be caught lurking in this place
Punishment is dire
With most silent steps
The seeker departs from home
Path lit by the moon
With most shallow breaths
The seeker looks in sheer awe
At the instruments
Tools of looking far
Reserved for those the clerics
Deem to be worthy
The seeker cares not
For approval of body
Only growth of mind
The seeker climbs up
Seeking the higher learning
Waiting up the rungs
Climb up the ladder
Ascend into the heavens
Eyepiece pierces sky
Look into a world
A new world of distant light
Eyepiece brings it close
The stars still too far
Only seen as distant dots
No visible size
The fast stars flash by
Near to earth but miniscule
Gone in five minutes
Finding wanderers
Takes much careful adjustment
But a sound startles
The seeker freezes
Must not be heard or seen here
Must get out with stealth
Need to get out now
Need to get down the ladder
Hurry in panic
Startled at worst time
A poor grip and loose footing
History repeats
Wake on ground in pain
Expecting to face judgement
A cleric looks down
Familiar face
Familiar grin and wink
Offers secrecy
Familiar face
Familiar excuses
Minimising crime
The seeker walks home
Trembling from the close escape
Expected judgement
The seeker must change
Knowledge is not worth the risks
Loss of home or life
The seeker has seen
Enough to satisfy the
Need to understand
Sleep comes to body
Wounds will fade as time passes
Though they are deserved
Sleep comes to body
While the sleeper dreams of pain
The seeker still thinks
The seeker sleeps not
So much knowledge to process
New patterns to find
A new day will come
A day of dark and judgement
Wake on ground on pain
