The birds have flown,
the tree has grown,
and nobody sits on the bench
but a sad and lonely child.

Did the gray heron
stop fishing in the pond?
Do water-lilies bloom
forever and beyond?

Time plays the piano
and brings me solace.
Miracles or Memories.
Stillness and Beauty.

Dreams
at the edge of Eternity.
Oh! You look so pretty
when you come and sit by me!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

your face
before you were born
the shadows in me
the wings we can’t see

the weakness of strength
the strength of weakness
failures and attempts
seekers and finders

atoms and phantoms
this world and the Next
every Day, every Night,
everything, everywhere,

everyone is

Light

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I’m proud to be an American!
I’m proud to be a Venezuelan!
Vive la France! Long Live Kazakhstan!
Britain first! God save Tuvalu!

Deutschland über alles!

I’m a licensed Lutheran!
I’m a Zaidi! I’m a Zoroastrian!
Mahayana is the only path!
And you are a misbeliever!

Mon Dieu!

There’re all looking through
the wrong end of the telescope!
There is only one religion,
and only one nation:

Love and the Earth!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

sur les eaux transparentes
j’ai vu ton âme scintiller

c’est un monde turquoise
baigné de lumière

m’as-tu dit
sans prononcer un mot

et je me suis laissé bercer
par les vagues de la Nuit

jusqu’à ce qu’en rêve
l’aube me ramène à la vie

~

like stars seen
through the clear water
I saw your soul sparkling

it’s a turquoise world
bathed in light
you said without a word

and I let myself
be lulled by
the waves of the Night

till Dawn in a dream
brings me back
to life

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Some flowers
bloom at Night,
some words
dissipate the Mist.

The Spring is the Breath,
the Breath is the Spring,
and the Wind blows
where it will.

It has no name indeed
but angels bleed
when men cease
to believe that

Love does exist.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

There is a rainbow
over the hills,
there is a sparkle
in your eyes.

There is a smile
on the face of Spring,
there is a twinkle in the sky.
Trees have always known,

flowers glow in the dark.
No one is alone:
it’s raining Light!
We are not dreaming:

it’s raining Light!

© Frédéric Georges Martin