On Counting One’s Blessings

by Belinda Munoz on April 22, 2011

3750365859_457a8557e6Tinted 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,
in tenuous times of invisible light,
when choices are unappealing or non-existent,
chance comforts while counting one’s blessings.

This is a Friday Flash 55 for G-Man and a Six Word Friday post for Melissa (prompt: count one’s blessings).


Image by The Big Quack

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1 brian April 22, 2011 at 3:43 am

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.


2 [email protected] from a Peaceful Divorce April 22, 2011 at 5:43 am

Wow, this one is deep. I reread it several times and am still pondering it. Very nice!


3 G-Man April 22, 2011 at 6:16 am

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


4 meg April 22, 2011 at 7:08 am

your last several poems are really resonating with me, this one no exception….


5 TheKitchenWitch April 22, 2011 at 7:17 am

Exactly–in tenuous times in invisible light…


6 Nessa April 22, 2011 at 7:44 am

Beautiful 55. It is not easy to let the clutter blow on the wind.


7 Justine April 22, 2011 at 8:16 am

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.


8 Alice Audrey April 22, 2011 at 8:36 am

I’ll keep this in mind next time I try to meditate.


9 Brook April 22, 2011 at 9:41 am

this piece feels delicate and elusive. As if it will disappear if I grasp it too hard. Thanks! Another good one!


10 Tessa April 22, 2011 at 10:57 am

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


11 Mel Gallant April 22, 2011 at 10:59 am

it’s no easy task to quiet the mind. the chatter chatters away.


12 Amy @ Never-True Tales April 22, 2011 at 12:43 pm

Beautiful imagery!


13 ayala April 22, 2011 at 1:01 pm

Beautiful, Belinda. I love this!


14 Lisa April 22, 2011 at 1:33 pm

Loved the picture this 55 created. Very nicely done.



15 Melissa April 22, 2011 at 1:42 pm

I’m always battling the mind’s chatter.


16 Monkey Man April 22, 2011 at 2:59 pm

A very soothing representation of meditation.


17 libraryscene April 22, 2011 at 4:19 pm

lovely 55…many blessings even when one feels the pull of despair, AUM ~


18 Talon April 22, 2011 at 7:55 pm

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.


19 cj Schlottman April 23, 2011 at 2:01 pm

I can certainly relate to all that chatter, but more important than that, I admire your way with words.



20 alita April 25, 2011 at 9:44 am

This is a breath of fresh air. I could read your blog all day. :)



21 shanae branham April 25, 2011 at 3:56 pm

Counting your blessings is so therapeutic just like your poem. I’m glad you liked my story.


22 Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri April 25, 2011 at 4:45 pm

Nice 55. And yes to worry creeping in, especially when I meditate.


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