Freedom’s Verb!

Freedom a path, winding but designed so one’s heart to earnestly follow. Freedom a place, where feet can’t journey, only the composition of one’s soul, has the fortitude to traverse the breadth of its rugged plain. Freedom a word, but even if deeply held, belief in it can still spell disaster, its framework not being the right context. Freedom a song; many hearts learn the chorus, but yet, its rhythm makes so many loose sight of its most crucial verse; I AM. Genuine freedom, won’t concede to know just its liberty, but demand to have its total liberation: mind, body, soul. We all have the freedom to act, that’s just a fact. The question is this, does your heart and soul’s verbiage, proclaim it has the power to choose: self-governance, or subjugated chains of bondage. Every heart, endowed with the proverbial wings of an eagle, only for them to be clipped, chasing meaningless things. Profound freedom could never come to fruition, until indwelling becomes the essence of love’s heartfelt expression. Freedom’s verb, its independence predicated not just on its existence, but our innermost clinging to its true dependence. Love’s origin story, leaving a deep imprint on the pages of our heart and soul, to resonate until the end of time!

WCR