“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 God. Silence, calm, hushed garden usher me into a presence, presence of my beloved. Let me… — 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
