The awe of wondering
It’s not from fear or might declaring knowledge — or what’s right. It’s not from snow-capped peaks, or rowdy waterfalls — but how we seek for questions in the hearts […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Circle-evidence
Without a map or moonlit pebbles leading home again the aged librarian follows poetry and songs scribbled in the margin of a first-edition copy of a book not read, remembering […]
It still feels like betrayal
They walk among us still — the souls of proxy-fighters we betrayed. Most of us still stagger streets with down-cast eyes; air-pods filling our heads with blazing hymns. It’s painful […]
Power of will
Have you ever seen the greatness in a toddler’s fist — clenched in tantrums and the way her mother bows obeying to her whims? Have you ever wondered how much […]
Winged jealousy
Sparrow If I were you, with wingspan wide to let me leave this soil and sail on winds, and watch them from above, tethered, tied, antmen lacking visions blue enough […]
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