1.
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.
Olga Broumas
2.
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
Olga Broumas
3.
Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of will.
Olga Broumas
4.
Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months.
Olga Broumas
5.
I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me.
Olga Broumas
6.
Days I kept busy with fractured angels' client masquerades.
Olga Broumas
7.
When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin.
Olga Broumas