if only I could lift
the curtains of rain

if only you could
stop the flow of time

the Sun would break
through clouds

and the world would be
created again

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Sun
(Edvard Munch,  1911)

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all walls shall collapse
all roads lead home

hope is never wrong
hope is a Spring song

and Winter flowers sing
and make light of frost

our paths have crossed
we’ll never go astray

the sky is deep blue
our love is the way

© 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

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