for Lorrie

~

Silence
means a lot
everything
has

a Voice

nothing
was hidden
the Gates
are wide

open

there are
Signs
everywhere
present lasts

forever

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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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

I was a shadow child,
prodigal son guided by
the careful hands of Forgiveness,

lost soul made of star dust,
younger brother of words like
orphan and light.

I learned little by little
both from short lives
and long silences.

I finally became
a man of no importance:
I was everyone

and everyone was me.
The starry sky had reminded me
who I really am.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Star of the Hero
(Nicholas Roerich 1936)

 

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

In the still of the Night
I think I heard the sound of light.

Somewhere by the sea of Tranquility
my soul’s shadow surfed the White Wave

and I tried to write a wordless poem,
but I could not.

Nothingness is a nameless Sanctuary:
Silence belongs to God.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: the White Wave (Eyvind Earle)

The whole garden resounds
with the silence of the rain.
Where have the blackbirds gone?

Tearful trees miss their song.
Crows look like thieves
and morning glory grieves.

They were birds in quest of Light.
They’ve been flying for a long time.
They’re dancing at the gates of Dawn.

But we have no reason to be sad.
To have dreams is to have wings:
now it’s our turn to sing.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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They walked without any precise goal
and were guided through the right steps.

They asked no question
and got many Answers.

They could easily read the Message
because they gave up breaking the Bottle.

That is how Pilgrims of Silence
cracked the Secret of the Sea.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

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