Melancholia I by Albrecht Dürer Brave acts make a difference, love heals, compassion annihilates suffering, sincerity leads to all hearts, and benevolence crosses all borders. (Tilted Rotten Sky, Rayka Rush) Freedom is the highest human expression of existence. It is a profound sense of autonomy, a feeling that we are the masters of our future paths. In the Western culture, art is the highest expression of inner freedom. It is a similar experience as breaking the ego shell in Buddhism, or getting in touch with the world of spirits relevant for Shamanism. Freedom is not what is outside of us, but within, and it is the finest expression of life that manifests who we are. Any mastery, knowledge, true activism, sincere endeavors, compassion constitute the art of being human. Let's create new freedom realities! This blog is an addition to the new growing mind awareness: expressing ourselves through arts, essays, prose, or discussing topics with an attempt to bring some interdisciplinary and alternative approaches to expand the knowledge and our consciousness. This includes the “new science” that moved from the traditional mechanistic picture of the world to the interdependent world of energies. Welcome to the Pathless Streams of Freedom Presence blog, read and comment poetry, essays, and follow our inspiring sources offered with this interactive blog.

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All At Stake

When your galvanized heart takes over, bow down to the truth. Let yourself go up in smoke through a roof of lit cathedral. Let the solid silver bells electrocute you back to living. Let the solemn promise of devotion straightened you with its fire. Let an urgent search for the answer stop at the outline…

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Come a Fata Morgana by Kim A. Rush

The high pitched yelps of a dog pack rose from the woods below. Lying prone at the crest of the hill above the remote corn fields, Matt pulled his stare away from a ground hog’s burrow hole and turned toward the sound. Nothing moved in the stubble of the corn field that sloped away in…

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“Don’t Get It” Math Love Poem

Dare {I –an+[(k)no(w - y)ou]}? You! √☺ who is dissing me, ask nonsense questions, and share garbage thoughts of ≤ Me ; I always cross over caused disruptions in the sequels With the exponent n [bn ] that never goes away in your mind, but I am your equal still I stay i2 = −1 or better to…


Aphrodite’s Sea Vignette

O Captain! My Captain! When the high entropy winds fold the old vessel’s canvas And a compass spins helpless under the invisible magnetic dust cloud storm and you can’t hear far bells any more or reach the port clad in a foggy haze stay surrendered to the arms of horizonless sea you sail I’ll let…