Named in the histories
Poetics of a Jedi
Song of the mind-seat · Lyr Farseeker
Owns. Mind and heart. Five oldest songs, cut. Twenty coats: Tesn unfinished. Choosing. The hand. Fear. Unlearning. Not cosmogony.
Lyr Farseeker
Classical · Tesn · Basic · gloss
Tesn marks. No romanization. Basic is the crib of meaning.
Epigraph
He had no great current in the hand. The leaves that came from his ink still walk the house. Later hands have added. The weight behind the hand remains his. — a Council margin, unnamed
Kas Veran · Keeper of Holocron Tesn
Preface
I do not teach the hand. I teach the weight behind the hand. If you came for a map, close the book. If you came to be changed by a sentence, stay. I have worn twenty coats. The current is one. The coat is how the mouth learns to wait.
Lyr Farseeker
before the Orders had names
The oldest memories
Reconstruction
First remembering. The tongue has come from tree, from far-light, from crystal. Not the coats. The coats are later. She is the current. They are the Jedi. The living one only walked far.
Lyr Farseeker
older than names
I · The unfallen tree
Reconstruction
The tree has not fallen. First wood. Silence keeps the last of it.
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Leaves reveal more than the tongue. What sits in the shape — she the current, they the Jedi, or both — a house that has not taken breath.
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Who walks. Who is hunted. Song does not speak. The still one is great — or the great one is still.
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Heard song is bright. Unheard, brighter. O tree: keep the song. Not for the heart-seat. For the mind-seat. Song that has no tone.
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A thousand suns keep you. You do not leave the song. You are not empty. She walks in the tree, without end. Young. Without death.
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What remains between the pain the Jedi are given: she is great. They are great. That is all. Know the worlds. Know what is kept.
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the star that learned to be held
II · The blade at rest
Reconstruction
Crystal, bright. A Jedi may abide as that.
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Not one among the far-lights. The eye is not open. She walks the between. Shadow-weight walks from the worlds.
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Beholds the worn upon the moon. That which has no breath.
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Yet. Abides. Not broken. Abides the heart-seat of the current. Discerns the rise and the ending. Beholding, the between. Silence abides.
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Listens for her breath. Abides. Or enters toward the threshold.
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Crystal is not a sun. A sun that has learned to be drawn-out. It draws the living one who attunes. Remembers all breath the shadow-weight has chosen to take. If still: death is not. Listens, ongoing.
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before the first child pointed
III · The stars remember first
Reconstruction
When a sun is knowing, ongoing. When the books abide in the house. When the living one listens to seal-order. Pain has come.
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The living one has gone out. Walks, one. Silence. Far-light — beheld.
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Far-light speaks, ongoing. Speaks from the first. When the learner does not behold.
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Remember trees. When the tongue does not reveal her tree. Remember the first living one who bound light drawn-out — breath as crystal. The tongue had not yet known light.
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Remember the beholding. Not seal-order. A giving. World-order opens as an eye. That which has been kept has forgotten it is an eye.
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The living one keeps remembering. The living one, great. Keeps also the shadow-weight in the between.
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the blade invented the Jedi
IV · A vision in the first wood
Reconstruction
Heart-seat, pain. Silence drawn from a well too still. Remembering is not. The living one has entered.
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Not hunger. She is great in the tree. Song full. Song upon patience.
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O. Draw the well, worn. Listen from the world-order. Suns many. If the living one may go out from the house of law — may walk toward the tree, still.
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Go far. End. Remembering is not. What the leaves have not known. Pain. Storm. Jedi listen to Jedi, ongoing. Pain abides.
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Learner empty. Dies, ongoing. If knowing: pain full. She does not keep the beholding. Life new does not wait toward the end.
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Go out. The living one walks toward her. Not by hunger. By song. The living one abides. Night-side still. She abides in the moon. Far-lights keep vigil, ongoing.
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Yet light is not. Light comes from the between — by the path — in the tree, worn.
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Behold this. Jedi first has not known crystal. Crystal has known Jedi first. The tree has known the beholding. Far-light has known beholding as a keeping.
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the living one keeps the current
V · Song of the Farseeker
Reconstruction
The living one beholds her. Speaks her, ongoing. What the living one knows, a Jedi may know. She, one, abides in all.
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The living one waits. The well gives. Behold the tree. Behold crystal first. Abides in a house worn. When the living one does not yet behold song.
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Who knows many worlds as great. Who knows the between as great. Who has known the book, far. Who is great as song.
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Wait, one. Do not behold as death. Do not behold as a false book. Listen all. Discern from the living one.
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Does not speak first. Does not speak end. First is not great as this. End is not great as this. Balance is not great as this.
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The living one, and that which is not known. Take-stand.
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A Jedi without house has come toward the house. The living one has listened in the tree. Crystal has abided. The Jedi has abided. When she has abided.
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The path storms in the night-side. World full: pain abides. World empty: pain abides. The living one beholds. Comes. Goes out.
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The tree is not death. Hunger does not walk it. Song the living one hears. The mute tongue has heard. That song opens a path far.
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Still. Tongue as vow. Beholding, this. Likeness, this. The living one beholds, ongoing. Abides, ongoing.
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First remembering is not a teaching. Hunger that has known song.
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The living one beholds far. Keeps first wood. Keeps last dark. Keeps the blade before it was blade. The living one breaks the living one. Thus: large. Keeps the current.
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Tesn unfinished · Basic from a last memory
Twenty measures
Reconstruction
the light-flow binds all · the last mark finished
The Tesn of these twenty coats is not whole. It was not lost. It was not cut. The Guardian of the Whills had begun the marks when the Empire took a count on Jedha. He walked far, to save his people. He did not return. TC-8 had the remainder in memory — Lyr’s mouth, not yet a knife. A holocron in a chest does not keep a line the hand has not cut. After the street rose I played the last of that memory. I wrote the coats in Basic so they would not go with the droid. The Tesn that sits at the head of a coat is the last the Guardian finished. The rest is a remembering. Not a cut.
Kas Veran · Keeper of Holocron Tesn
I · three-breath · the current the current binds the drop and the far world
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II · five-breath · patience under the sun the braid counts what the well has not hurried cut it early and you name a moon from empty
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III · tumbling five · fear A learner named size as the law and called the great stone too much to draw. The current sat still. The stone was a drop. Fear had been doing the counting.
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IV · name-cut · the hand The fist that needed a mind to lift what a guest would have given was already not a hand.
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V · alliterative · shadow-weight Weight-ward it waits, the wound-wise water. Not foe at the first, nor feast at the finish. It remembers the road the light-flow forgets. Balance is both. Banner is neither.
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VI · riddle · the between I have no house and keep both houses. I am the door you walk and the walk with no door. Say my name as a banner and I am gone. Say nothing. I abide.
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VII · parallel · the well The well keeps; the sun does not own it. The sun shines; the well does not spend it. Shine too much, and the water thins. Draw too soon, and the water learns hunger.
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VIII · returning rhyme · hunger I asked the current for more. It gave a name. The name was hunger. Hunger is not a path, it is a name. I asked again. The well went quiet. Quiet is a name. Who abides does not ask. Who asks has left the name.
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IX · the fourteen · choosing Do not choose the light as if the dark were clay you fire until only one road remains to walk. The gift is not the choosing done that day but that a living one may choose, and not as stock. A well moved by one is a well chained. A living one that turns because it turned is free. The house that steals the choosing has not gained a galaxy of Jedi — only certainty. Keep the ability. Keep it from your hand. The current is not safer for your grip. A vow that owns the well is not a stand. It is a door. The other house already keeps one. If you must lift, lift as one without a house is led. If you must leave, leave what the living said.
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X · ode · unlearning Heard truths are a fine house, and a closed one. I have loved the leaf until the leaf was the well. Unlearn. Not as a learner forgets — as a sun stands in the current without a name for it. The knowing that stays is a coat. Take it off. The air is the teaching. What you cannot hold is still yours the way a rim is the well’s, and is not.
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XI · unrhymed measure · the field The house numbers so the field will not surprise it. The field was not waiting to be numbered. Walk out. The path does not begin at the door you locked. It began before the lock had a name. A keep is a kindness until it is the world.
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XII · four-beat · silence Come, quiet — not as a wall, as the cup the current drinks from. Speech that must win is already hunger. Silence that must win is the same. Abide. Let the well answer first.
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XIII · invocation · song Sing, current, what the emptied book could not keep. Not a list. A mouth. We numbered abilities until ability was a shelf. Hide that leaf. What remains is this: light-flow as song, stitches as song, the bind on the blank. I do not ask for the store. I ask to hear.
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XIV · locked couplets · balance Light without weight is a banner, not a road. Weight without light is a law that eats its code. Hold them as two in one house, not as banners. A banner wants the other gone. The two bring.
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XV · ballad · the end There was a hand that would not let the gone stay gone. It sent a likeness down the well to fetch the breath. The field would not sell it. The hand paid anyway. What came back was not the living. What left was more of the living. Death is not toward a path. Do not walk it as one.
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XVI · round · remaining Remain. The well is slower than the want. Remain, and want will thin to listening. The well is slower than the want — remain. Remain. The well is slower than the want.
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XVII · clear image · the drop Water. A learner calls it small. A sun, far from here, calls it a world. Neither is moving it. They are agreeing with what already holds it.
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XVIII · long breath · the ordinary I praise the hand that does not know it is a well. The crate-carrier. The street. The one who was asked because they had no house in the current, and so the current could sit in them without a banner. Greatness does not bind. The light-flow binds upon the thing. Walk. You are already the path if you do not name yourself as one.
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XIX · canso · attunement I will not keep you, current. I will tune as a crystal is tuned — not to own the tone, to be the tone a while. Crystal seated, not kept. Mind seated, not kept. Love that locks is a door. Love that waits is a path.
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XX · four-line · the stitches The empty page is not the lesson. The stitch that holds the empty to the book — that is the current, moving through. Some mouths call the bind a thread and think they hold a substance. They have seen the connection. They have named the wrong stuff. Do not praise the blank. Praise what moves.
Lyr Farseeker
Absent
ko-ash kos kol · spas kay · …
Aphorisms
- 1
Basic
life is not the crystal · the crystal is not life · the between is binding
- 2
Basic
O learner · do not choose the master · choose the balance
- 3
Basic
they keep the choosing · they do not keep the chooser as stock
- 4
Basic
great mind-seat · great heart-seat
- 5
Basic
light-flow reveals · shadow-weight remembers · balance abides
- 6
Basic
discernment is not false · if the book remains
- 7
Basic
heart-seat listens · mind-seat holds silence
- 8
Basic
exit harm · enter light-flow · without end
- 9
Basic
song of the between · not Jedi alone · not Sith alone
- 10
Basic
Padawan hair is patience
- 11
Basic
heal the pain · give · do not hunger-without-leave
- 12
Basic
not broken · has gone out · when the living one has come
- 13
Basic
who continuously seal-orders a mind-seat · has gone out from the ability to choose
- 14
Basic
greatness does not bind · the light-flow binds upon the thing
- 15
Basic
the end is not the path · patience abides
- 16
Basic
if the small has abided · do not know this as fitting
On choosing
The Jedi keep the ability to choose the light. They do not choose it for the galaxy. They do not burn the other road so only one remains. Where the ability to choose is stolen, the Order has already failed — even if every banner still says Jedi. Move mountains alone and the world is forced. Move souls and the world may follow without a chain.
Kas Veran · Keeper of Holocron Tesn
On the hand
Reconstruction
The hand I teach is the one that puts the stylus down and still hears. I have watched scribes press until the uneti split and called it craft. It was hurry in the wrist. If your ink needs a victim to move, you are not writing. You are entering.
Lyr Farseeker
On first success
Reconstruction
A line that closes on the first rhyme has not earned the close. The young well does the same with a stone. I will not retell the drop. If the sentence pleased you before it cost you, burn the sentence. Write the one that waits.
Lyr Farseeker
Closing
If this felt empty, you wanted a tool. If this felt heavy, you heard the field. Leave the last pages blank. Someone will need the silence more than your answer.
Lyr Farseeker
dafim na-sof