Fear for loss of freedom
Too often we build prisons in the name of freedom Björn Rudberg He feared for loss of freedom, disliked to share, compassion, fellow men and the song of wind through […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Clearing out the cobwebs
Alone again. Yesterday his youngest son had married. His son belonged but Muhammad had been too preoccupied with family to grow his own roots. His suburban apartment echoed with Yasmin’s […]
Are you the moon?
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
Questions XLII
Do acorns have the sense to know the way to best become an oak? Do horses know how infinity can be traveled or reversed again? Do the butterfly mourn a […]
I metaphor much more
My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 