Sisters of Rail

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Dreamtime 4

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
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 


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