Eduardo

Breathing,

breathing,

breathing

and the reasons for breathing were obvious.

life

in all of its manifestations was challenging her.

The Initiate,

with the disturbance in place,

though miles away,

slowly

breathed

in

and her apparent absence was clear.

Anew, she was showing signs of movements

and

a solitary tear from one of the windows of the soul became a prism.

An imprisoned soul, within all of the moisture of both eyes, could only release one tear.

Attempts were made by the fluorescent light to antagonize that tear,

but met an uncanny resistance,

Within a lone sanctuary,

miles away,

warm Himalayan echoes were invoked.

The chanting,

from another hemisphere pervaded the air.

Human isotopes were calibrating their spin around an unsuspecting initiate damaged heart.

Anything short of a miracle had been in her field.

The prognosis had been given by three top healers from Saint Luke

"Another world is not only possible,

she is on her way.

On a quiet day,

I can hear her breathing."

Arundhati Roy.

Again,

to you all,

unsupecting Initiates. . .

Namaste.

"SOLO CONTE"

SARA BRIGHTMAN.

In Paolo Coelho's The Alchemist, we read somewhere, "when you want something, the whole universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."

Because this pen can relate to its wisdom, also had the privilege to mirror, in part,

of "Sitting on the Rio Piedras. . ."

Oftentimes, pauses are made at intersectings points on this journey, changes in the seasons, in this case, the approaching winter solstice of 2007, brings Dr. Jose Rizal near.

For all of you unsuspecting Initiates, the thougth is proffered by,

Dr. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin,

"You are not a human being in search of spiritual experience; you are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience."

John Lennon's Imagine took this premise and pluralized it, "we."

CATHOLIC OR UNIVERSAL. . .

Light embracing light!

A tunay

Kayumangging

Kaligatan,

So many times,

he thought of her and more than often,

absent she was.

Adverse and disapproving cultural expectations were to eclipse that star.

of this he was aware.

The Entire,

lot was dark and no light within it.

The moment was ruled by Dart Vader,

and the initiate took notice.

Unafraid of this seeming absence of light, he was.

Because he lived in Yoda

Her Voice,

Sonorously danced in the air and she was just speaking.

An imported Asian bamboo curtain shielded the source of the voice,

and from behind the curtain,

she started to sing.

The curtain, bearing the goddess Shiva, it seemed did not correspond.

This was not Thailand, Singapore or Indonesia.

Buddhist it was, and so were most of the countries alluded.

All,

it seemed anyway,

was from South Asian Sea.

Yet,

a voice came across the room,

sounds only were allowed a leap over the bamboo curtain.

Patience was in process as all senses were being given light.

Rain blessed streets

and fields this morning,

Yoyo Ma

In Spain, there are 13 cities declared by the UNESCO as the Patrmony of mankind. To each city, a poem is being developed!!!

A display of the Dead Sea Scrolls is on exhibition at the San Diego Museum.

This amazing piece of history, unfortunately has some historical errors in its display, if indeed it has what have told it has posted.

It has writing starting every where else, and POSSIBLY, where it in fact may have in reality started, ancient Egypt, on the African continent.

These are pauses wherein light must embrace light, enlightenment. All partisan feathers must be sacrificed to the altar of integrity. This was done at "Revue des Question Scientifiques," in 1955 by Dr. Pierre

Teilhard de Chardin, Jesuit Priest and Paleontologist, amidst a circle of scientists looking for the birth place of the first man. Will find its exact note and post them in French and English. Bientot.

CIVITAS DEI

Here it is, and thanks to officer Florentino, insuring my car will remain untouched at The Univeristy of San Diego while, finding this quote. It was originally published as L'Apparition de L'Homme" by editions Seuil, Paris.

"In fact, as I said at the beginning, it is precisely in Africa that we must take our stand to get the best view of the great waves of peoples, techniques and ideas forming, growing, dividing, then

retunrning on itself, until it has saturated the whole of the habitable world." September 1954,

Revue des Questions Scientifiques. Jan. 20, 1955.

Saisons. . .

Wrote Pablo Neruda,

"Am that net waiting emptily--out of range

of the onlooker, slain in the shadows,

fingers inured to a triangle, a timid

half circle's dimension computed in oranges.

Probing a starry infinitude,

I came, like yourselves,

through a mesh of my being, in the night, and awoke to

my nakedness---

all that was left of the catch- a fish in the noose of the wind."

Have always enjoyed his works, appropriate for the seasons, "The Enigmas."

Saisons Greetings to All!

Saisons. . .

e_cong@msn.com

Wavelengths

a la m

"Joy is in the raindrop entering the river."

Milza Ghalib, 19th Century Urdu poet.

To all readers,

unsuspecting Initiates,

Namaste . . .

4 A tunay kayumangging kaligatan, bientot.

Waves,

Namaste,

Forthcoming are some more pearls proffered in Spain, unawares by a tunay kayumangging, from that part of the hemisphere.

In an album, will be sharing some of Europe.

Bientot,<<<soon.

Palma de Mallorca,

Para Jhoanna V.

Olas cristalinas

y una lluvia pura se un

An Invincible

Summer,

another one forthcoming,

in her absence was not impossible,

just untenable. The intellectual cistern may have been brimming full

but another season in the sun invoked an initiate

Hehe! You are very welcome, my good friend

And thank you too, kind sir, for posting your wonderful words!

Thanks kaibigan, and you are welcome!

Forthcoming are more writings, and Madrid, Spain is next.

This entry comes from pauses, appropriately brief.

August 26, 2007. The day a pen was supposed to have been busy, for home, from UK

Meetings,

In reading this,

you will recognize yourselves.

Love,

Amour.

Thanks,

Merci beaucoup.

Attorney and the other,

an Architect.

A barrister she was, a genteel giant with some powerful skills.

With a diploma awarded from one of London

Milarepa,

Sorcerer, Murderer and Saint . . .

A Tibetan Monk's story released very recently herein the USA cinema. Of course, the movie could only cover some basics of his life.

The real fire is within his life itself.

After a couple of weeks on a european journey, pearls are in the making.

Rizal's genius shone through the pages in these centers of higher learning visited.

Delighted to be back, in one of the most wonderful centers of higher learning,

United States.

Bientot, soon will be posting again,

Ingat,

Eduardo

Postscriptum: Vic, Maraming salamat. For providing this forum, know it is a lot of work, from experience!!!

For a Tunay Kayumangging

The intellectual cistern was full,

and the pristine clear emerald ocean spoke in a language of its own.

Celestine light burst forth

upon ocean as well as the skies, while tranquil breeze swept through the night.

Silently eyes were speaking,

though amidst a circle of friends.

Words were futile that night.

Unconstrained was all life-giving force.

Science being her choice, an endless summer was to prescience that communion.

Pearls were in the making, while oceans and mountains yearned.

Copyright, May 28, 2007

Eduardo A. Cong

Poet and playwright,

National City, CA

For a Tunay Kayumangging

The intellectual cistern was full,

and the pristine clear emerald ocean spoke in a language of its own.

Celestine light burst forth

upon ocean as well as the skies, while tranquil breeze swept through the night.

Silently eyes were speaking,

though amidst a circle of friends.

Words were futile that night.

Unconstrained was all life-giving force.

Science being her choice, an endless summer was to prescience that communion.

Pearls were in the making, while oceans and mountains yearned.

Copyright, May 28, 2007

Eduardo A. Cong

Poet and playwright,

National City, CA

agree, brilliant

Sobre

un mar inmenso bailaba los rayos del sol,

evaporando toda impureza se elevaba el alma

a regiones inimaginables,

como una fragrancia dulce,

pero extrajera.

La pluma,

delineando las fronteras de sus labios,

y deseando momentos imaginables m?s cercanas,

brotaba tinta pulsadas a latidos universales.

Un silencio,

que solamente su aliento pudo

llenar,

observ?o "hablame en espanol . . ."

Y la primavera

configurando la noche

la llenaba sutilmente

de estrellas

y ella,

sin saber . . .

Registrada, Enero 20, 2007.

Eduardo A. Cong

Poeta y dramaturgo,

Olas de un mar inmenso;

Vagues d'un mer de inmense

Mexico. D. F.

Still

From above her smooth cinnamon skin, a streaming flow of moisture kept pouring, and the windows of the soul, from the stress, remained untouched by the pain.

Still, she did not know.

If her face had given the appearance of an elder, she did not know.

Were these symptomatic signs of pain too?

In her eyes, the constellation still shone and she did not know.

She just sat on painted red curb of the sidewalk, the read meaning "no parking," just to tear.

Obviously, pain was being forged, in the midst of a distressing dialogue.

In the furnace of lifes trials, character began to be revealed and shaped.

This fact she did not know.

Still,

this lyre remembered her full name

and acknowledging his Presence,

she smiled . . . .

From her soul, took the tears and drew a star filled celestial awning above her crown.

The lyre?s spirit stood invisibly beside her and in that sustaining moment,

filled the fountain of her tears to write this night.

Remembered her full name, even in distant places and time where the pen had traveled,

she was unable to erase it.

This recollection did not phase her and to her willingness to help, he remained silent.

He had to be sure, for she unwittingly unleashed a series of oversea journeys that were in the making.

Still, she did not know.

He was in her choreographic genius and she was never aware of his intensity . . . .

Eduardo A. Cong

Poet and playwright,

California, USA.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Sa Karamihan ng panahon, even in the absence of words, am as near to this text as your eyes, tunay kayumanging kaligatan. Merci mon amie.