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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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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…

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Made in Image, Not in Pale Language!

Oh, pale language! Set in stone commandments and nations become divided on how to read the ultimate meaning; Listen and the sheep is lost; Learn and nothing adds up in hairsplitter details of a conversion in accuracy of a perfect tax collector’s book; Turn water into wine And divorce nature so anyone becomes too divine…

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Poetry by Kim Rush

Poetry by Kim Rush Used Books I buy only used books With curled corners, fuzzy at the peaks, like curved Grey-white caterpillars predicting the maybe future Blacked over prices The “used” tape on a spine makes it mine Like this: Like Loading…

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Unlocking Malleable Lives: “Gákti”

Gold embroider collar Still mirrors what we are, and, happened to be, after all– free lovers stitched with dreams riders of the wild united with the ring and promise on the wings of limitless sky adorned with glow of what has been lost in our malleable lives etched in the skin of stubborn caribous; the…