I walked along a river
but it did not lead me to the sea.
I looked up to the sky
but I did not see any stars.
I even said a prayer
but God did not answer.
Finally I gave up beeing a seeker,
I gave a child my time
and the child gave me
a smile
and made me
a finder.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Today I saw
tall trees in the forest
standing proudly
like kings of kingdoms
unseen.
Today I heard children
still unaware of Time
celebrating a birthday
and I thought about
Life and Death.
Today I kept watching
a hungry chickadee,
I dreamed of the Sea,
I breathed the Light of September,
and that just made my day.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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Forêt en Septembre © 2017– F.G.M.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
Châteaux de sable © 2016 – F.G.M.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? (Khalil Gibran, “The Prophet”)
Wild flowers bloom
then fade.
Words flow in silence.
Tears go by.
Will we look
at the gates of Heaven
the same way
you were gazing at the sky?
How can we be sure
that Time and Love
work together
to lead us safely
out of the Maze?
© Frédéric Georges Martin
I am the clock without hands
the murky water of the River Lethe
the suspension bridge that has
neither beginning nor end
yesterday
I will be
tomorrow
I was
in very truth
I am not
for I am
the Unreality of Time
© Frédéric Georges Martin
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illustration: Black Marble Clock (detail)
(Cézanne, c1870)
If I tell you I saw
blue suns shining
over the mountains
fragrant pines standing in awe
as clouds turn silver
pristine water reflecting
the sea-blue waves of Time
worlds behind the world
flowers within the flower
and through the veils of light
the beating Heart of Life
the beauty of Darkness
the stunning Secret of Death
will you believe me?
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
Jasione des Montagnes
Pyréenes, France © 2017– F.G.M.
Un matin de mai
j’ai vu sur un mur de Paris
écrit en lettres rouges
le mot AMOUR.
Cela m’a rendu triste,
triste
car d’Amour
le monde manque tant,
et j’ai soudain pensé
plein de regrets
à tous mes “j’aurais-dû”
à tous mes “j’aurais-pu”.
Alors un ange ou peut-être
cet enfant en chacun de nous
a murmuré
“il n’est jamais trop tard !”
Un matin de mai
j’ai vu sur un mur de Paris
écrit en lettres rouges
le mot AMOUR.
~
On a May morning
I saw the word LOVE
written in red
on a wall in Paris.
That made me feel sad,
so sad
for the world craves
a Love so deep!
And I regretfully thought
about all my
“I-should-have”
and “I-could-have”…
Then an angel
or maybe the child in each of us
whispered
“It’s never too late…”
On a May morning
I saw the word LOVE
written in red
on a wall in Paris.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
illustration: image chef
