I am My Own Target Market

I am My Own Target Market

by Kamila More Cabisada
(January 8, 2018)

This cafe is like
Papemelroti in a cup
I am free to just breathe.
Just feel
Just be
I am reminded
I do not have to run
and run all the time
Wearing myself out
for things that are
running away too
Just as I am.

No slave to time
My quaint spot calls me
To sit, sip
quietly
My Papemelroti
in a cup

And think
and dream
of what it would
be like
To have sons
running to your tummy
To squeeze you good night
and daughters
reaching for your photograph
To hug you (sleep tight…)

The cafe started
as a kiosk, the woman said
I now dream of
kiosks and cafes
little stalls and hawkers
orange sellers and waiters
bustling about

And children running in the breeze
To mommies endlessly
Waiting.
Clock-free.
Love-bound.

I am my own target market.

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This is My Altar

This is My Altar

by Kamila More Cabisada

Greenness of the forest in my head
Transports me to another time,
Another place
Neatly cut grass drenched with dew
Under my feet it tickles and calms
At the same time

Like the mountains of my childhood.

Baguio was incomparable, a mistress
Towering in beauty, holy stillness
Powerful in its subtle healing
Of ravaged souls, unquiet minds

The woods were a chapel of pristine
Delight–they still are
They surprise me with gifts wrapped in
Green and red
And ask me how I am

I say I am fine most of the time
I am at my best when He is around
He changes me.

Fire becomes rain
Black becomes white
Orange becomes blue
Rust becomes inox
Dust becomes flesh
Tears become joy.

This is my altar
My daily resting place.

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(October 27, 2017)

 

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Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts

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RANDOM THOUGHTS
by Kamila More Cabisada

Kamila is trying to write her column while thinking about…

how different the world was when you were younger
how different your world is now that you are older
how greatly things change on the outside while
remaining pretty much the same on the inside

how lovely it is to be loved by Jesus
how precious it is to know that you can be still;
motionless
and He will be Lord and God just the same

how terrible it is to realize you are doing too many things
all at the same time
how wonderful it is to realize you can drop things
that seem urgent but are actually not

how priceless it is
to just be.

Kamila is going back to writing her column now;
her mind sufficiently stimulated, she thinks

she knows what book to write
and for whom

Thanks be to God
Amen.