the Grain of Sand needs the Star
the Star needs the wild Flower
the wild Flower needs Heaven
Heaven needs the Night
the Night needs the Sky
the Sky needs the Child
the Child needs the Tree
the Tree needs the Birdsong
the Birdsong needs Silence
and Silence needs You

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Dreamlike landscape.
Poppy field near Argenteuil.
A place where star seeds grow.

Unfortunately
you cannot enter the Painting
unless you have the Password!

But if you open the Window
a child of the sky will whisper it softly
into your heart:

raindrops

emotion

illumination

.
.
.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Comme un tableau de Monet © 2018 – F.G.M.

Between the end of the day
and the beginning of night
Love is made visible
and the soul-stuff is palpable.

Angled light, lengthening shadows.
Tranquil harmony of purple sounds:
peace and mystery rule the garden,
echoes of the sunset heal all wounds.

Evening Light.

To see is to love.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Elle ressemble à l’étoffe
dont les âmes sont faites.
Les jardins qu’elle inonde
se font miroirs de l’Autre Monde

et quand elle s’unit au Silence
l’Amour rendu visible
soudain n’est plus
indicible.

Lumière du soir.

Voir c’est aimer.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sunset at Sent Charlez. Eragny
(Camille Pissarro, 1891)

Cello. Piano. Adagio.
Words fallen from the sky.
Why do they not want to sing?
What does their silence mean?

Emotion. Illusion. Delusion.
How to be sure?
Some rhymes are impure!
My questions make no sense!

Now that you live in
the World that is not a dream
you can read everything unwritten
and make music out of nothing.

It is such a nice way
to answer me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

“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.”

*

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

*

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

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Fleur jaune © 2018 – F.G.M.