ten
let’s try the word

nine
existence

eight
there is a light

seven
in the distance

six
no matter if

five
it’s raining

four
remember

three
the beauty of a rose

two
not eveything ends

one
there we go

zero
come into the rainbow!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Rainbow
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)

To bathe naked
in the river of Time.
To forget.
To relearn.
To walk to the edge of Hell.
To dream about Heaven
about love
and stars.

To be born again,
clothed in Light.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Dans la rivière du temps,
se baigner nu.
Oublier, réapprendre.
En Enfer
presque descendre
mais du Ciel
d’Amour et d’étoiles
toujours rêver.

Et renaître,
habillé de lumière.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Lake looks clear
and deep.
Farewell
beneath the blue sky.

The world is uspide down.
Did Time drown?
Heaven seems so near.
Am I falling asleep?

All things exist
Now.
Peace:
You are God.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Le lac semble clair
et profond.
Adieu
sous le ciel bleu.

Le monde est à l’envers.
Le temps s’est-il noyé ?
Le ciel semble si proche.
Suis-je en train de m’endormir?

Toutes choses existent
en cet Instant.
Paix :
Tu es Dieu.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I was a shadow child,
prodigal son guided by
the careful hands of Forgiveness,

lost soul made of star dust,
younger brother of words like
orphan and light.

I learned little by little
both from short lives
and long silences.

I finally became
a man of no importance:
I was everyone

and everyone was me.
The starry sky had reminded me
who I really am.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Star of the Hero
(Nicholas Roerich 1936)