flowers seek
the light

flowers dance
in the twilight

flowers gleam
like stars in the Night

flowers breathe
flowers dream

flowers hope
flowers live

but flowers cry
and flowers die

and so do we

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Men like to build stone temples
with heavy studded doors
that they close properly
when they pretend to worship.

Do they really love each other?
Walk your own way and go
where the gardener kneels
every day,

where the Tree grows slowly,
where the Flower chants humbly
and where the patient Star shines
for every Pilgrim:

God loves Gardens.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Les hommes aiment construire
des temples de pierre
avec de lourdes portes cloutées
qu’ils ferment au jour de la prière.

S’aiment-ils vraiment les uns les autres ?
Passe ton chemin et va,
là où le jardinier
chaque jour s’agenouille,

là où l’Arbre grandit lentement,
où la Fleur psalmodie humblement
et où l’Etoile patiente brille
pour chaque pèlerin :

Dieu aime les jardins.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Stained Glass Window (The Mysterious Garden)
(Odilon Redon, c1905)

Dandelions and the Sun
are not hard things to draw.

No matter if you have
no colored pencils:

outline your hand
starting near your heart,

the Soul is a child
who loves drawing

and flowers abound
in the garden of stars!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Fleur ou soleil ? © 2018– F.G.M.

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)

 

give Him a broken umbrella
He’d like to get wet in the rain

give Him seven-league boots
He dreams to walk among the stars

give Him the closed book of destiny
He can guess the story

give Him a bit of your time
and listen to your heartbeat

He loves to hear
the sound of a Life

alive

© Frédéric Georges Martin