shadow in quest of light
orphan seeking signs

the Sea touches my heart
the Wind carries my soul

I rise above the clouds
and the Moon shines

fears are gone
Love guides me

I was never born
I will never die

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

ombre éprise de lumière
enfant chercheur de signes

la mer a touché mon cœur
le vent porte mon âme

je m’élève au dessus des nuées
et la Lune étincelle

la peur s’en est allée
l’Amour me guide

jamais je ne suis né
jamais je ne mourrai

© 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

If you are blind
you will see,
if you are deaf
you will hear.

Whenever you want
whoever you are
you can enter
the Cathedral,

for every Dawn marks
the Soul’s birthday.
We are welcome
and loved

anyway.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

talk through the walls of ignorance
climb the mountain
confide in wild flowers
obey the bird of Silence
look beyond the stars
drink from the Fountain
think about what will be left of you

love everyone you meet

and find Truth
in the depths of your heart

© Frédéric Georges Martin

If God does not exist,
if I sleep for all eternity
and never watch the Dawn,
never,

I don’t mind.
I’m glad to say
I dared to believe
and so did the Stars.

O Light, I did love you!
And Love was
my most beautiful
Dream.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Si Dieu n’existe pas
si le Sommeil est long,
sans que jamais je ne voie l’aube,
jamais,

je suis heureux
d’avoir osé croire
et de savoir
que les étoiles aussi.

Lumière, je t’ai tant aimé !
Et l’Amour fut
mon plus beau
Rêve.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Instant de lumière © 2018– F.G.M.

 

I am a fallen angel.
In Heaven
I had a good job.
I was a gardener.

But I killed snails
and God fired me.
“They eat flowers!”
I said, but God replied

“That’s no excuse!”

Since that time
I’ve crawled around
the wide world
with my broken shell

and gardens after the rain
are the only place
where I can find
peace.

© Frédéric Georges Martin