Heartstrings

the rain falls
on the just and the unjust
and music
flows

stars as fireflies
agreed
despite knowing
their fate

every seed knows
what light is
Love needs time
to create

let it tear
at your heartstrings
for God plays
the violin

© Frédéric Georges Martin

At the Edge of the Pond

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

Light

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

Seventy Two Seasons

today
hawks have become
doves

and as surely as
the sun rises
irises and buttercups will bloom

we have plenty of time
before swallows
leave

there are Seventy Two Seasons
and so many reasons
to celebrate

Beauty

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Love and the Earth

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

Turquoise World

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

Love does exist

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