Tinted windows and dust caked blinds
can’t obscure the tug of uncertainty.
Neither loud noise nor ear plugs
can drown out the mind’s chatter.
In meditation, worry sometimes creeps in.
Not induced trance nor wanton revelry,
rather,
in tenuous times of invisible light,
when choices are unappealing or non-existent,
chance comforts while counting one’s blessings.
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This is a Friday Flash 55 for G-Man and a Six Word Friday post for Melissa (prompt: count one’s blessings).
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Image by The Big Quack
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nice. meditation is no easy discipline…i usually have to remove myself into the woods alone or find an empty room then slowly put away that which clutters my mind.
Wow, this one is deep. I reread it several times and am still pondering it. Very nice!
Lots of chattering going on in my mind Belinda.
This one was Right On..I count em Every day!
Most Excellent 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Easter…Galen
your last several poems are really resonating with me, this one no exception….
Exactly–in tenuous times in invisible light…
Beautiful.
Beautiful 55. It is not easy to let the clutter blow on the wind.
The noise is loudest when I seek peace, and maybe that’s why meditation has never worked for me. Still, I will continue to seek serenity somehow. Even if it’s just to tune out the buzzing in my head, rather than keeping them quiet completely.
I’ll keep this in mind next time I try to meditate.
this piece feels delicate and elusive. As if it will disappear if I grasp it too hard. Thanks! Another good one!
Always good. I’m about to go get my hands in the earth, this mama needs some grounding. Working meditation is what calls me today. xox
it’s no easy task to quiet the mind. the chatter chatters away.
Beautiful imagery!
Beautiful, Belinda. I love this!
Loved the picture this 55 created. Very nicely done.
Lisa
InspiredbyLisa
I’m always battling the mind’s chatter.
A very soothing representation of meditation.
lovely 55…many blessings even when one feels the pull of despair, AUM ~
It’s so hard to have a quiet mind, but counting one’s blessings is a lovely way to step into that serene place. A beautiful 55, Belinda.
I can certainly relate to all that chatter, but more important than that, I admire your way with words.
Namaste……….cj
This is a breath of fresh air. I could read your blog all day.
Alita
Counting your blessings is so therapeutic just like your poem. I’m glad you liked my story.
Nice 55. And yes to worry creeping in, especially when I meditate.