Poesias,

[Eduardo]

Timotea. P. S.

Oct. 26, 1926 – Oct. 03, 2012.

She laughed with a thunder that lit the heavens.

It was all in a child’s playground, and unconcerned of the so-called grown ups,

she still laughed.

Her laughing was so contagious,

that the Center for Disease Control would have been delighted at this uncanny ability and would have welcomed her entry in any parts of this USA.

She laughed and even when one did not understand,

in her Visayas, (one of the dialects spoken in the Philippines.)

the reason for her laughing,

a smile and its pursuing laughter emerged on one’s face.

She will be missed.

Her journey,

cut short for that brief passing in time,

and thus extended in a child’s yelling of “Nanay! Nanay!”

It was a child’s way of saying good morning grandma!

This exchange between two angels of light was uncanny. To an outsider observer, the transactional analyses were crystal clear and pure. Acknowledging each other’s presence was

the only criteria in a wave of the hands, and the further connecting of those “windows of the soul.”

She will be missed.

She shared with an openness that gave the clouds in flight, a competing edge. One child of nature and keenly aware of this fact, she smoked.

One of the last of a generation that knew how to smoke,

without inhaling the carcinogens,

with the lit part of the tobacco in her mouth.

She will be missed.

Above all,

by an adopted little girl,

that knew her as “Mamá.”

Now grown,

and doing all a daughter would have done on those final pages of her sanctuary.

Her transcendence lingered in the passed wisdom displayed in the lives of the future.

The future, which was “now” rendered applauses in a job well done!

Eduardo A. Cong. October 07, 2012

[Eduardo]

Par: Diep la muse française.

 

 In the twinkling of her eyes there was depth and breadth.

 

And in those shared smiles,

was an understanding of the vast linguistic paradigm to heal.

 

“Médecines sans frontières” was in the gift of her brainchild, as she prepared for a test.

“I wa jinjutsu” had been held before her birth,

as

“Medicine, the art of compassion” had been already defined

and practiced by one of Asia’s brains.    

With each pounding heart beat,

Billions of cells danced on the consciousness of learning.

Here came the sun unrelenting its warm on her notes.

While it was an humble pen,

all the while sitting in the silhouettes of her brilliance. 

 

 

 Écoles des Médicines;

La Sorbonne, Université de Paris.

 

 

Eduardo A. Cong.

  Poet, and playwright.

 

 

Monday, June 10, 13

 

[Eduardo]

" Those who brew the poison of cruelty will not win,

tomorrow or today. The can put out the lamps where lovers meet.

They can't blind the moon."

 

Afiz Ahmed Afiz

[Eduardo]

There is an hymn/poem introduced by the Gnostics of ancient times that were searching for answers, like us all today, in midst of the chaos of what is known as civilization, then as well as now. Through a beautiful book, two thousand years old, so layered with symbolism and metaphors, we are lead in a journey, and to an adjunct manuscript, excerpted.

 

“See, Father, “ said Jesus, “how pursued by evil,

(the soul)

is wandering far from thy spirit over the earth.

She tries to flee from hateful chaos; she knows not how to emerge from it.

To that end, Father, send me! I will descend, bearing the seals.

I will pass through all of the aeons; I will unveil the mystery;

I will denounce the appearances of gods and, under the name of Gnosis.

I will transmit the secrets of the holy way.”

 

(Hymn of the Soul, attributed to the Naassene Gnostics in the PHILOSOPHUMENA, V, 10, 2.)

  Its depth is unparalleled. That commencement ceremony continues ad infinitum.  “Les Livres secrets des Gnostiques d’Egypte.”

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I'd have answered this, if I was allowed to...

[Eduardo]

Imageries, symbolism and metaphors are all for your service to command in an answer.

GO FOR IT, KAIBIGAN KO.  

 

Happy Chinese New Years!