Peace whispers again

Ashes speak to the living,

and the march takes many faces.

The circle governs the gathering,

the heart sets the deep resonance.

Trembling hands engrave the law,

rain expands the borders.

Fire bows before lived faith,

faith of gestures, clear, entire.

We are the march of the living,

voices joined, world wide wise Revolution

Time accords with our steps,

and peace whispers again

Transmission rises from a womb-voice,

wide as a matrix.

A child stands, restarts the world,

and origin breathes through him.

When peoples advance together,

stone itself rises.

Armors rustle, lances fall silent,

an inexhaustible peace opens the way.

We are the march of the living,

voices joined, world wide wise Revolution

Time accords with our steps,

and peace whispers again

Memory flows in waves,

rivers of lineages in the present.

Each receives a share of the source,

each offers it to the neighbor.

The right moment opens as a threshold,

a precise turning guides the march.

Steps align with the inner axis,

and the word finds its path.

Will placed in accord with the star,

calm, determined, luminous.

It traces breathing pathways,

useful to hands, fertile to earth.

What advances bears the name of alliance,

harmony in growth.

An enlarged breath weaves convergence,

and the world cleanses its shadowed memory.

We are the march of the living,

voices joined, world wide wise Revolution

Time accords with our steps,

and peace whispers again