Onward Procession I. These Longest of Days - Minsk

Of Light and enlivened in solstice embrace

Knowing full the limitless nature of the all

Emboldened enmeshed in these longest of days

Embracing the infinite power of the one

Waiting for harvest cherishing growth

Eyes brightened by the sun

White as gold

The mourning has fallen and memory fades away with the fog

Shall you conspire against this mystery, and when have you the time

Let these rays burn through and be now edified

The crash and the draw, the unchanging law, the sea rises

Memory fades away

We follow as the water finds its way

The Lethe’s sweet embrace