“Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high, 
where knowledge is free.

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.

Where words come out from the depth of truth,
where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection.

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it’s way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.

Where the mind is led forward by thee 
into ever widening thought and action.

In to that heaven of freedom, my father,

Rabindranath Tagore.

Need I say any more?

I have suggested this topic for this week’s Friday 2 on 1 Blog Post where Shackman and I write on the same topic.  Please do go over to Shackman’s blog to read what he has to say on the topic.  Thank you.

20 thoughts on “Freedom.”

  1. I think the ultimate freedom is the freedom to be yourself, whoever and whatever you happen to be, realising your skills and talents and enthusiasms without other people trying to shut them down and fit you into some repressive and conformist pigeonhole.

    1. true! no doubt why artists and writers have always been persecuted… either mildly or blatantly. independent thought! dangerous!
      bless them!

    2. I am so sorry to address you, Nick, considering how much it pains you, but can’t resist to ask you a question: What if one is a psychopath? Would s/he still ask for their ultimate freedom “to be yourself, whoever and whatever you happen to be, realising your skills and talents and enthusiasms without other people trying to shut them down and fit them into some repressive and conformist pigeonhole.”?

      Yes, I know the above is poor. But then I always try to accommodate the lowest common denominator in any conversation.


  2. I love this poem Rummy. especially the last line.
    then I re read it and yet… so many more. it pretty much just says it all.
    and cleanly. simply. perfectly said. xo

  3. A very utopian notion. In a perfect world – alas we live in this one. But if we do not dream of perfection we cannot strive for perfection. And that makes us less free.

      1. always strive for the best – perhaps perfection is the wrong word – but don’t make half-assed effortd and complain about the results

  4. I’ve just had the freedom to drift around the South Island (I live in the North I) and I succeeded in managing it alone. And not busted my budget…and got from one place to another without falling apart…

    Apparently people, have found that quite astounding! I’m not sure why…
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    1. I don’t find that astounding. You keep traipsing around on your own by buses and suburban train all over the place already. You just went for a few overnight stays as well.

  5. What’s freedom? Such a grand concept – like most human concepts. Fact is we are constrained – not just by circumstance but by our very own nature, our personality, our temperament, culture, you name it …

    One of the most useful utterings in the context of “freedom” that people always look for being “free” of/from something. Sure. But, far more useful, the question remains “Free to do/be … what?”. In the motherlingo: Nicht Freiheit wovon, sondern Freiheit wozu”. Please don’t google the German for its translation into English. What comes up is not so much a half cooked goose as a miscarriage of language and meaning.


    1. Accepting those constraints is also part of our freedom. Our intellect allows us to decide that it is in our best interest that we accept them. I could have written written more on Freedom From and Freedom To but refrained considering the beauty of the poem. Perhaps on another occasion I will write a blog post on that idea.

  6. Hi Rummy,

    “Let my country awake” oh, this has so many meanings to so many sides of the political spectrum. The Left will say it because of their fear of the New Class of Politicians, the Right will say it because they are frustrated by the public insistence on falling for the same old socialist lies…Oy, oy, oy…
    And don’t even get me started on the “truth”…

    Nevertheless, the poem is beautifully crafted.

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