By BoJenn
I once wrote this sentence thinking freedom could be gentle. Now I know better. I fight my own truths, because freedom demands weapons, fire, and unflinching will. That is all I have to say.
Freedom demands its toll—lives, strength, and the courage to stand alone. One must bear the burden, and that one carries the karmic debt 💸 for all who follow. The debt is heavy, eternal, and unyielding—and so the world is shaped.
Freedom devours lives and strength; someone must bear its weight. That one pays the karmic debt 💸 for all, and in their sacrifice, the world bends and trembles. Ages will whisper their name, and the wind will remember the cost forever.
But who is the one who created the clear paths so all can pass the River Jordan as there are many waves 🌊 in various fluid places. Who is the saint?
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 