2. Mother Wisdom
Who am I?
I am that eye of understanding,
mastery that masters not,
I am eye of that revealing
seeing others I am taught
For I am eye that is an other:
making me, the thing is caught.
Thus is cloth formed not to fray nor fade, but that the least of what is made:
"Be grateful, daughter, that songs lie: we never catch the thing desired, but it escapes us, bears an otherness within it," Celebrían had taught, when first she'd permitted Arwen to join her in the winter weaving.
"But why should the songs lie?" Arwen had asked, and Celebrían, gazing critically upon their work, had answered:
"That we might learn that what we make, we must let go, for the sake of another—else we perish in madness, even as does the art of the Enemy."
For the sake of another. Hands tremble, but Arwen casts the shuttle through again:
Seven stars and stones and one white tree
In this making, his eye unmakes me.
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