Bi-Yearly Devotionals for Mysrai
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Shanthin 602 CE
A Setting Song
[the following words have been incorporated into a piece of sheet music, rather than a plainly written post]

Beloved serve most kindly deeds,
To be a light, to plant the seeds.
"In Peace and Love" we all can grow.

Though seek to shine bright every day,
Your absence comes in crashing waves.
The warm breeze You brought has moved on.

Paradigms beyond, no matter where You are,
Nothing can take You for long.
So long, Beloved, so long.

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Shanthin 604 CE

In Estar Your Mother gave life to You.
In Urlachmar You managed Your Shapes.
In Kiani You loved Your sister most fair,
In Dioni You lost Her to Fate.
In Vestian fought with Your Brother.
In Avechary lost the war.
In Dvarsh You played with the Basin.
In Tzarin the Beloved were born.
In Klangiary gave us Choices,
In Juliary dyed our Paths.
In Shanthin we tell all our stories of You
So in Roarkian is like You ne'er left.

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Shanthin 606 CE

How fast the years they melt away.
Time flies when having fun.
Though still we wished for You to stay,
We know You had to run.

Still thinks of You in every song,
In every tune and tome.
'Nothing can take You very long,'
And will shine till You come home.

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Shanthin 608 CE
A Tune in Saffron
[the following words have been incorporated into a piece of sheet music, rather than a plainly written post]

Be goodly and kind in all you do,
And rightly by those you know.
To makes the world a better place,
These are the seeds we sow.

Life's often bleak and hard to bear.
In the dark some turn away.
But Beloved burn Saffron at all hours
And bring hopes of a brighter day.

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Shanthin 610:
Letter to my [redacted]

Hello. It is me, Gurashi. I have not written to you in a long time. How have you been?

I was going to try to write another poem, or a song, or something artful and creative, but I find myselfs unable to think of anything musical. I find myself longing to write to you again, like I used to in the beginning. It used to be so easy to tell you about my day. But I find myself so tired these days. Do not know if it is because I am a whole hundred and ten years old now.

I thought then, that perhaps I would write this, to you and more than you. Before I get too tired.

I got my Mantle of Starlight. Did you see? It was not a newly thing, no - it is something that happened well over a decade ago at this point. But it makes me happy to wear, yes. It does not pinch me or bleed me like my fingerblade did, and I did not have to hurt anybody to get it. It keeps me warm, and I feel sad when I have to take it off. It was not easy to get, though I had lots of help to get there. People helped me, like you did.

Did you see I also am a guild leader? I never anticipated or asked to be Herald of the Archons of Dawning Hope. But I saw a need to be filled, and had a desire to protect my peoples during a time when everything was already falling apart. Am not very goodly glue, I know, and I still do not feel very comfortable being a leader, but I promise am still always trying my best and continue to offer up goodly proposals and take care of the guild shops for novices. Is where will stay until suchly a time as someone else who is ready to take over.

I am finally married, as well. And I like her a lot - in fact I love her a whole lot. I know I did things out of order. I was just happy to be her friend. But through everything that has happened, it was she who opened my eyes to see how I could be and wanted to be treated. It took the whole Basin falling apart and me getting engaged to a differently persons to realize this, but I am very glad I did. I have so many many siblings and siblings-in-law now. And I finally have a family name again with which to adopt my daughter on papers. Will never be enoughly words to describe she.

All of these blessed things, these great moments. I feel proud of them, and goodly about them. I wish to write about them, to sing of them. I wish I could share it with you too. Maybe then, all of thems would not also bear such a terribly heavy weight. Each design I create, every step I take, every time I don my Mantle.

Once upon a time, I wanted something. Was called to something. I had never known I was missing it before, never known I was needing it. But I had caught glimpses of it in my fellow communemates, in my friends and allies across the Basins: Faith. So strongly I felt about it. I asked you and everyone else then to let me try to pursue it, even though it was different from what I grew up with, from what you all had taught me. I know you were only protecting me when you and everybody else said no. You knew this path would be painful if I took it.

But I hope you too understand the calling was too great and that there was so muchly more at stake than just myself. My pursuit of Faith was not small or quiet, there were always so many peoples involved. I had to keep Sebitti safe when the Court wanted to exorcise her from me. And, even though I know now how very stupid I was, I wanted to protect Akuuko, too. And Beloved Aschwar. And -you-.

I thought by hiding my Truth, by proving through actions over words that I could still be the samely me, if not a better one. It was never a choice made in malice. It has taken me forty years to understand that it was hiding my Truth that ultimately was my Betrayal. Every letter ripped in front of me or mean play written about me or bad word said about me is because they loved me just as muchly as I loved them.

Maybe this path is still so painful because we are forced to be different. So long as we both devotes our whole selves the way that we do - maybe we will always be that way. I know you still belong to that place where Love is so very conditional. You are so respected and cared about and looked up to. I can think of few more well-known faces. And while I wish sometimes I could take you away from there, I know that so long as that place exists, that is where you will always be, where I cannot go.

Maybe there is a timeline somewhere, where I made the right Choice, and was honest about what I wanted, where you say is O-K for me to do the thing that called to me, that you still talk to me, and ask me how I am, and let me know about you and your life. I am jealous and happy for that Gurashi. I pray often to know what their life is like, to feel even a sliver of the peace they might still have.

I know you will not read this, but I love you lots still, each and every day. And I am sorry for the way I did things. But I am so proud too, you know? I am happy to have gotten to be Aschwar's friend, and to see the Most Beloved's many Shapes, and to meet so many wonderful peoples. I am proud to be called Beloved too, to be a piece of Saffron, to be Their Confidant. Am proud to be the Herald of the Archons of Dawning Hope, proud that I finally found a wifey and name to call my own again, and a child, and grand children.

I promise I will never give up the fight to try and make it better. I promise I will never stop trying to be kinder, or considerate of others. I promise will strive to tell the Truth, no matter how bitter it is. And I promise to never let fear stop me from doing the rightest of things again.

I will Choose to grow in peace and Love.

Stay goodly and kind, and go in Love in all things,
Gurashi Skydrifter

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612 CE
Not Set In Stone
We strive to make our stories known,
Ensure each highlight and crack is shown.

Truth guides our hand in every stroke,
It lifts the webs, the haze, the smoke.

But sometimes you set a task too vast,
And all that bright burning begins to ash.

Flames cannot burn and light cannot be
When are drowning in an endless, suffering sea.

Think is nothing wrong with slowly days,
When work makes us heavy with malaise.

Save the guilt our heads make us feel
For taking the time we need to heal.

Take steppies that fit you, as small as you need,
One day you will get there, on boths of your feet.

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614 CE

A Poem of Yesterday

Waking to warm rays.
The buggies sing so sweetly.
Today, all is well.

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616 CE

The Hookah Musing

Saffron smoke paints the air,
Its colors clear and bright.
Leaving me to think on things
Left often out of sight.

Give thanks to those who made you,
And keep your best friends close.
And try to never miss the chance
To tell those you love most.

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618 CE

The Adventures You Must Have

Bringer of hope and sorrow and joy
We still hear you from beyond the Veil.
I wonder as two decades approach us fast
How long 'til we hear your next tale?

Are there dorflins out there still tumbling about?
Are you booties keeping your feets warm?
Are you fed? Have you drinked? Are you doing O-K?
Are you keeping Them safe from Their storm?

Have Heart out there, wherever you are
For your stories and lessons are not far.

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620 CE (ZULTE DID THIS ONE)

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621 CE (we SWITCHIN' IT UP)
Two Decades and More

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Twenty years have come and gone in seemingly a flash.
Twenty years of mourning for the times long gone and past.
Know is unfair to long so much that we might bring you home.
How loudly must we sing or cry to be heard where You two roam?

Have waited eighty years for others, will wait a hundred if we must.
So many of us staying here to keep teachings from becoming dust.
But we do it 'cause we go in Love with every step we take,
With every breath that fills our lungs and every Choice we make.

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623 CE

Respite

Another year has come and gone,
Time flowing out to sea.
Can feel the world changes daily.
New faces surround me.

Sun still rises and Moon still sets.
The seasons still come and go.
The cities expand and rebuild and repeat,
And the Forests - what they do, who knows.

Forgive me that I must slow down,
To give myself a break.
The many things I can't address
Oft' more than I can take.

I love you more than words can say,
Have tried to do my best.
But all the struggles and hoping and fight
Have left me needing rest.