When the August sky is deep
and clear
Joshua Trees stay awake all Night.

They stand up straight and silent
like serene and wise
Desert stargazers,

and if you can hear their heart beating
they will teach you how to see
with your eyes closed

the Perseid meteor shower.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Not far from the sea
we’ll live in a place of light
and gentle peace.
Behind whitewashed walls
I will plant wild lavender
and myrtle,

and sometimes before
fire angels open
the gates of dawn
shiny stars will fall
from ebony skies –
I saw them in a dream!

Thus we’ll grow old and wise
and neither Night nor Death
shall be able to separate us.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Non loin de la mer
nous vivrons dans la lumière
et dans la paix.
Derrière des murs blanchis à la chaux
j’aurai planté des lavandes sauvages
et du myrte,

et parfois,
avant que des anges de feu
ouvrent grand les portes de l’aube,
de brillantes étoiles tomberont
des cieux d’ébène.
En rêve, je les ai vues !

Ainsi nous vieillirons ensemble
et ni la Nuit ni la Mort
ne pourront nous séparer.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

In a city of shadows and light
I met three men claiming to be wise.

The great Traveler said
travel and stop traveling.

The clever Teacher said
teach and stop teaching.

The seasoned Farmer said
harvest and stop harvesting.

Then I walked past
a deaf and dumb Beggar

and read what he had written
on the grimy sidewalk

love and never stop loving.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

I once was a child
a very happy child
able to run wildly

in the wind

my dreams were
bright red kites
dancing

in the wind

but I grew up
and often forgot
to sing

in the wind

and now I must learn
not to be afraid
of ending up like dust

in the wind

© Frédéric Georges Martin

We’ll never fly
unless we watch the Bird.

We’ll never dream
unless we follow the Moonbeam.

We’ll never shine
unless we walk in the Sun,

and Love won’t be given
a chance to blossom

unless we learn
a little bit of Wisdom.

How to give. How to receive.
How to live. How to die.

© 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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Playa de Cofete (Fuerteventura) © 2016 – F.G.M.