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

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waves crashing on shore wipe away
footprints in the sand

my hand will turn into dust
and so will yours

the wind blows
leaves and children fall

and flowers bloom
in silent stone gardens

but words
follow the Soul home

and tears dry up
like dew in the sun

Love is beyond space
Love is beyond time

© Frédéric Georges Martin

lava scree
dragon-tree

wall mural
red coral

sienna powder
pumice sand

birds and boats
winds and wings

and the Sun
and the Stars

I’m the child
from Nowhere

I love you
Motherland

my home is
Elsewhere

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Une île sur un mur © 2019– F.G.M.

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

My friend is leaving,
my heart is bleeding,
but Love is

stronger than anything.

Winter reigns,
flowers do not complain,
the garden keeps hope.

I’m falling to pieces.
My faith is failing,
but Love is

stronger than anything.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Believe my words.
Love is Memory in its purest form.

I
I loved a galley slave madly
and remained faithful.

II
I prostituted myself in Babylon
but never lost my virginity.

III
I denied my homeland
and found my island.

IV
A king abused me.
I found refuge in a silent garden.

V
I took my own life.
I descended into Hell.

VI
I saved many lives,
many more than I lived.

VII
I fell on the fields of honor.
I still feel the flame.

VIII
I sang dark songs
in theaters bathed in light.

IX
And I write poems to remember
everything about my

ninth life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Girls of Avignon
(Picasso, 1907)