The rest of the time Olivia was alone in her big house with all the doors and windows shut to keep out the heat and dust.

Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow.

The only limits are, as always, those of vision.

Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.

Poetry for me is as much a spiritual practice as sexual ecstasy is.

Rarest of the real poets are born poets. They are the oddballs, not the professors.

James Broughton

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Written By James Broughton

Written By James Broughton

Written By James Broughton

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