© Frédéric Georges Martin

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“Verily, verily, I am blue!”
a yellow flower said
“…and whoever believes in me will be given
a glimpse of the true nature of things.”

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This was certainly
a butterfly’s dream,
but things are never as they seem
and dreams give us rainbow wings.

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O wise wild Flowers,
erudite Mentors,
Keepers of the hidden Hour:
why do we not trust you?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Fleur jaune © 2018 – F.G.M.

I tried to think like a bird
and found a way
to go through
the Ivy-Covered Wall.

I painted a cloudless sky
and wrote in the air
the Word
transparency.

Now you have gone through
the Ivy-Covered Wall
you can see there was
no wall at all.

The world is One,
you were the limit,
the Light loves ivy
and the bird broke free!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Mur de lierre © 2017 – F.G.M.

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)