Wordsmith

Book
Smarts
Intelligence.
I never realised I could be so turned on by a carefully crafted sentence,
Or by the pronunciation and elongation of a single vowel.
Dropping consonants into my soul like pennies into a slot machine,
I ring…
I win.
Spectacular linguistics and control of the tongue,
Incantations whispered into the burning embers of my being,
Sorcery of words, magic surrounds me.
Submission simmers playfully between the various intonations,
Willing to bend, mould, curve, and break if necessary.
I delight in you, it says.
Riding the crests of each paragraph,
Each line, a loyal stepping-stone to ecstasy.
The intricacies of your expressions are not lost on me,
They arouse me with the subtlety of a lightning bolt striking the very centre of the earth.
Wordplay.
Foreplay.
Fine line.
I want to dive into the multiple layers of language,
Until the inflections and rhythms of your words send me off like a lullaby.
My mouth expands, trying to accommodate this exaggerated poetic diction,
I yearn for more, and more.
And more.
These writings, these words, give birth to a new tomorrow,
Without realising the evolving narratives of today.
Our discourse,
Which altered the original course,
Now rivals the cadences and melodies of the most intricate harmonies.

© Karla Bissette

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Welcome

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Our hearts play a beautiful melody.

A unique and significant beating of the drum, that guides us in ways our mind cannot know or fathom. Spirit and soul as one, our bodies are led through the blazing fires of hell on earth. The unbearable trials we go through always test us, but also allow us to uncover the strength and light within ourselves. The light comes from our deepest core, and during those darkest times, we are pulled through by faith and hope.

Faith and hope.

Without which, love cannot flourish. Despite the doubts that occasionally ripple on the surface of our thoughts, we know better. We know how to survive, and thrive. Mistakes, over time, become blessings in disguise. They become crucial lessons that remould us from the inside out, creating different stories and new beginnings. We are somewhere new and sometimes that is thrilling, or scary as f*ck. But in every single experience, there is a lesson and an evolution of our inner being.

Find the lesson and the blessing, and revolutionise your life.

 

That Is All.

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Thinking…

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The last few weeks I have been doing a lot of deep thinking.

Some might call it soul-searching.

I think to some extent I’m using this time to re-evaluate some of my choices over the last decade, and to also better understand why I am the way I am.

It is so fitting that this morning I opened up my email to find Day One of the Oprah & Deepak 21-Day Desire & Destiny Meditation Experience. I had set a reminder that it would start today, but completely forgot.

Each day focuses on a specific topic and today’s topic happens to be: ‘Who Am I?’

The centering thought for today is: ‘I am my deepest desire’.

Very apt as I have spent the last few days in particular, digging through my past, even way back to my childhood growing up without a father. At any childhood age, it can be very difficult to make sense of events that happen around you, and even harder to see how those events may affect you, and sculpt you into the woman you are going to become.

Now, at 27 years old (WOW), it’s a heck of a lot easier to self-analyse. I take great value in people knowing who they are and why they do the things they do. A lot of times people can ignore the truth of themselves and create a distorted version of reality. Living your life under false pretences or pretending to be someone you are not, is soul destroying. Not only that, it blocks blessings and opportunities that would otherwise come your way if you were honest and humble. Living your truth and being authentically you cultivates joy. Of course, it can cause problems, arguments, and dissension between loved ones, but nothing can compare to the inner joy of fundamentally knowing who you are.

At other times, situations arise that force you to take stock of your life in a way that the everyday routine does not. Hearing very real and personal stories of a death no doubt flips your normal perspective on its head, and in a not-so-gently way, reminds us that life is fleeting. We have NO guarantees we will be here on this earth five years from now, ten years from now, and so on. Why spend it doing anything other than what you truly want to do, and what fulfils your spiritual calling and allows you to live wholeheartedly.

As my Mum loves to say: know thyself.

Have a good day people. Bless.

Just Write.

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Writing has always been a cathartic outlet for me.

Public or private, it doesn’t matter.

Its multitude of uses have allowed me to be creative through poetry, to vent life’s frustrations, or to just get some semblance of order from my thoughts.

It encourages frequent self-evaluation, and allows you to slow down, even if just for a little while.

I have been journaling on and off since my early teens. The few times I stopped, were due to certain circumstances where I just was not particularly comfortable having my most private thoughts in physical form, and easily accessible. However, I still see empty pages as a blessing. Whatever I may be going through, the blank page in that book or the new Word document is waiting for me. Not every thought in your head must be lent to an ear. Sometimes things need mulling over in your own time, with your own analysis, and your own conclusion.

As well as being a wonderful release, I must admit it can be pretty damned entertaining reading through old journals and examining your perspective of life then compared to now. It can also be heartbreaking when you read back on how you’ve been betrayed, hurt, lied to, and crushed by those you believed had your back. You cry happy tears at memories of the wonderful things people did for you, or the forgotten blessings you experienced way back when. You get reminded, through your own words, of what life was like at a particular time.

Sometimes going back allows us a glimpse of what life could have been and at that moment we raise our hands and say ‘Thank you God’ for directing us down a different path. Other times, we ponder on what life would have been like had certain tragedies not occurred, or certain blessed friends not passed our way, and wonder why we weren’t given that opportunity. The beauties and the beasts of life lie in the pages of my journals. As time passes, our memories can be inaccurate at the retelling of events. Fresh words on a page capture so much, and last so much longer.

You may not be a writer, or a poet, or even someone who contemplates life much. But one day when you have a moment of silence, jot down a few thoughts. You never know, a whole new stream of consciousness may emerge.

Home

Verses etched into my heart and soul,
Unable to extricate themselves from spiritual bondage.
Maybe bondage is inaccurate.
My tongue drips with the memory of these words,
Delectable incantations invoke a mixture of power, pleasure and peace.
Yes.
Two or three words, substantial enough,
A recited melody that brings unforeseen, yet not unwelcome tears,
I try to hide but you cannot control the motion of the heart.
It responds to purity.
Is this where I’m supposed to be?
My entire being prostrates at the height of this melodic recitation,
Unwillingly, and unknowingly.
Naturally.
Strange to some, but to me it feels like home. Like returning to the womb.
A guardian and a protector, yet plenty room to grow.
Tracing back my footprints, and I wonder where I missed a step.
Did I miss a step?
Looking for the sign that tells me I drifted away from my path,
Knowing that sometimes drifting is necessary.
Time away highlights what you may have forgotten to cherish,
Absence makes the heart…you know.
Tip-toeing around the edge, I’m unsure.
Can you savour the delights of the ocean floor without getting completely wet?
I very much doubt it.
In a trance I am ‘spirited away’,
To another time and place,
Left to ponder once more, if this is where I truly belong.

© Karla Bissette

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Be Present

Oftentimes we may sit and wonder where we would be if we’d made different choices at various times in our lives. The truth is we do not know. We can not know, only speculate. What we have to realise is each and every decision we did make, led us to this very place. While life may not be exactly what you’d hoped it would be, the here and now is all we have, and it’s important to sit back and appreciate our blessings, no matter how small or insignificant we may think they are. 

I’ve realised that you can spend a great deal of time praying for what you want. Sometimes, you do not get what you want. Period. Other times, you get exactly what you asked for, but not at all in the way you had expected. Some opportunities and experiences can only come to us through living certain trials, devastations and failures. They contribute to the foundation of our being. But once your world has been shattered, all you can do next is pick up the pieces and rebuild your life, because it WILL get better. Yes, our individual worlds will be shattered again at some point, that is the nature of life. However, it’s important to remember that everything is temporary, and life is fleeting. You can choose to do better, to be better, and to experience life in more beautiful ways. Find a way to accept and be grateful for all your experiences, big and small, good and bad, for they have led you to exactly where you need to be at this particular moment in time.

‘Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey and the journey itself is home’ – Basho

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