© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Time is not flowing
like a river to the sea.
The river is a dream
and I am

a leaf in the stream.

You are not moving
through space.
Spaces move through you
for you are a bird

creating skies.

Really, we are
neither men nor women
neither bodies nor souls
but only the Light in the Word

Moonlight

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Sand Pipers and Moon (Ohara Koson,  1877-1945)

What time is it?
It is huge!

Does God exist?
The many worlds sing together.

Who are we?
One millionth of a second before Midnight.

Is the universe finite or infinite?
Angels dance in circles.

What happens after death?
Prodigal birds enter the Rainbow.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Stars were already shining
before I was born.
It seems they always will,
but they too shall die.

And the Moon
shall fall from the sky
and the sky shall grow dark
and I feel so scared.

But I’m not alone.
I have found a hand to hold
and a little comfort
in the light of your Heart.

© Frédéric Georges Martin