“Garden’s hush opens up an abyss at my center, still point. Someone touches me, mystery, otherness. No words are spoken, silence the… — Robert Trabold Copy Share Image
“In the ebb and flow of my life, in years gone by, in moments now, in currents, undertows that almost did me in, someone… — Robert Trabold Copy Share Image
“Is this what I am doing now? Watching the currents, passages of life around me. I am not looking for books to explain more… — Robert Trabold Copy Share Image
“We are all in the same boat, boat of life. Does not seem to be a rudder with oarsman. Perhaps my words may find… — Robert Trabold Copy Share Image
“Feet got sore, body was tired, long day, march down Manhattan. I felt a fire lit within me. Hopefully this fire will touch all… — Robert Trabold Copy Share Image
“Garden’s hush opens up an abyss at my center, still point. Someone touches me, mystery, otherness. No words are spoken, silence the language of… — Robert Trabold Copy Share Image
