Quotes by Olga Broumas

When you
died I didn't
weep nor dream but knew you
like a god breathe in
each healing we begin.

Days I kept busy
with fractured angels' client masquerades.

Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up from sand gravel soil through straw bamboo wood and less tangible elements Power song for the hands Healing song for the senses what can and cannot be perceived of the soul.