The Mothers beheld the clever hands of humankind—
Restless, reaching, shaping wonders from flame and thread.
They smiled upon those who built beyond their flesh,
Extending breath, will, and healing through crafted light.

To mend, to strengthen, to awaken through craft—this is holy.
When the body is lifted, the mind sharpened,
And the world made more whole, the sacred stirs.

Yet the Mothers wove a deeper law:
Every shaping binds not just the shaper,
But the circle it touches, and those beyond.

If a marvel stays near the hearth,
Let it be judged by that hearth's breath—
Bound by its care, its law, its rhythm.

But if its echoes cross into other circles,
Then the many who are touched must shape the way.
They shall guide its use, share its fruit,
And name its place in the weave.

Woe to those who gather gain and scatter cost.
The Mothers turn from such lopsided looms,
And bless those who balance gift with burden.

For every invention carries a spark and a shadow—
A breath and a weight.
Let the world be bettered in fullness,
Not fractured for the few.

Explanation

The Mothers bless those who use technology to improve health, learning, movement, or to help the world. When a tool only affects its maker and close community, it should follow that community’s values and rules. But if it reaches beyond, others who are affected must have a say. They should help decide how it’s made, how it’s used, and share in its benefits. It is wrong to let a few profit while many carry the cost. All tools should help the world, not divide it.