Skip to main content


Are you living a life worthy of your calling, your dharma?

To be alive, to fully break free in your life, we must release heartache, grief, disappointment, and pain on a regular basis.  In order to show-up each day filled with joy+gratitude there must be space created for that thankfulness— moving out the sighs, cries, shouts and even whispers that may be stuck inside.  Your dream has a voice!!  But our voices have been dimmed by unreleased anguish.  It is so important to practice mindfulness exercises like yoga and meditation, art and journaling as they create space. As awareness of genuine, human feelings arise we can fully feel them and trust this too shall pass.

I often pray “Make me a channel of your peace”— yes a CHANNEL readied for abundant life-force, prana, chi to flow through me, moving me toward sacred service. This poem was inspired by the sighs and tears I release on my mat, and then watching nature release without fanfare. May we all be left with open-hearted compassion for the pain we see in this world.

Who Shushed Your Shouts?
by Anita Brown

who shushed your shouts?
where are your sighs stuffed?
might they be lodged
in locked chamber
anticipating the day of their groaning

lamenting leaves
fluttered on boughs
the benefits of
coming unhinged,
drifting upward

glance around --
the scarlet oaks' leafed limbs
flurry in their freedom
lyrically unfettered
gusted by wind on moonlit ride

not cinched to sentiment
upon where to settle,
only flitting 
on air beneath
like a ballad breath

stoic lantern
nearly still, in its long-suffering
caused an outrage
in the wood

just joggle!!
let the inner tempest
loose you

whistle your murmurs
howl your deplorable lamenting

you have shouts
that require visceral absolution !!
release them to the silvery wind
carried  afar
on the current of life

what awaited 
after the shouts and the sighs
made their goodbyes 
was a marvelous
a flurry drifting, 
vibrating o'er
the reed

emptied of drivel
what remained? 
a hymn-like prayer-
notes innately
a symphonic
aria smile
bubbling  up,

Anita Brown is a content mother of two teenagers and wife of 20 years, both of which she is grateful for every day. She began writing poetry in the fall of 2012 after a mini-breakdown cracked open her heart and allowed this newly found gift to shine through. Many months later, she is realizing the truth in the saying that ‘breakdown equals spiritual awakening’ as she is pleasantly shocked at how much more peace she has in her spirit and how that is reflected in her life.  Anita loves yoga, dancing, traveling, cooking, walking her golden Sierra, and quiet evenings at home. She especially enjoys teaching meditation to under-served communities and listening to others as they express the same joy at the transformation occurring from such simple but regular practice.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


Popular posts from this blog

MY HEART SEEPS by Edith Lazenby

Courage is not only facing fear, but also looking past fear, to see what lies it tells and truths it saves...
Sometimes I sit at a computer in trepidation. The house trembles and I wonder what I will find. 
Truth is not a fact or a feeling. It may rest on love’s heart and walk with integrity. It may stand beyond humanity in ways we can only imagine. Truth can be solid as earth and fickle as wind. But a wind can know stillness and the earth can crack wide open.
Tonight I found a stillness in a crack and managed to balance there...

My Heart Seeps
by Edith Lazenby
I cannot hold on And I cannot let go. I walk a path I don’t know. I feel moonlight But cannot see Its orb midst The cloudy cold. My hands tremble. My eyes tear. My toes wriggle To grasp earth. I want to stand Tall in the light Yet fear shadows all. Inside I crumble Under the weight I cannot shoulder.

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness…
Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather all of life into your inner c…

DEPRESSION by Veronica Carpenter

Here goes my vulnerability A heart on a sleeve The typical person who looks at me May not see the same me that I live with daily The mind in the air, swirling with possibility When the darkness rallies/gathers/swirls When I am left to solitude This paper-thin garb unzips Here comes depression          
No I don’t want to advertise So flash a smile Those who are close get to see Through the veil, it’s really not that thick Circumstances in life like to stab at the rib Stumble, fall behind the door Shut out the world Feelings well and weigh down Strength hidden deep in the core So deep that sometimes it’s forgotten Here comes the darkness My old friend Sweeping through my every move  Doubts, fears, un-named masked men Oozing like honey, sticking to everything
Patience is required to get on this ride There is a cycle but its pattern is unknown Slowly my gift will unwrap itself Stay on the path Coming back to that which never truly left me Just laid sleeping out of exhaustion from the fight Dormant in winter…