Fear, hatred, and bigotry. A palpable presence in our civil and political discourse. The coded language, positions taken, and policies subverted abound. Nevertheless, come Wednesday I will put up our flag and continue to hope.
June 26, 2012
In the still night
Holding stable
Atop white sandy dunes
I lift my head in prayer.
Hearing the moon’s call, I
Submit to the pleas of my own
Desperate breath.
~~~
A warm salt breeze
Strokes my forehead
Gently urging my eyelids to close;
And quietly, I slip away from
~~~
What is real
What is earthly
What is pain.
~~~
Swiftly transported through
Space and time;
Lifted lovingly onto the wings of
Incandescent stars,
I transcend.
~~~
Spinning fervently
Whirling and turning, round and round
like a Dervish;
Finally, I penetrate a solid
Wall of mirrored glass and,
I am welcomed.
~~~
Without thought
Without words
Without pain,
I enter.
~~~
Here
Where my body
Is weightless and free;
And movement, effortless.
~~~
Here
Without bondage
Without boundary
Without pain.
~~~
Here
Where My dreams
Dance freely,
Held in the safe embrace of
Blissful crystal waters;
~~~
And
Where my heart…
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North Woods Reflection – post 4
June 20, 2012One morning around 5:30 I walked down to the lake’s edge – just for the heck of it – and my mouth literally dropped open:
Island stands ablaze Amidst a steamy pink fog Lit by rising sun© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
North Woods Reflections – post 3
June 20, 2012An involuntary reaction to nature’s conspiracy against my particular morning mood:
Sunrise, long shadows Lake as glass, birds are singing I laugh – such beauty!© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
North Woods Reflections – post 2
June 20, 2012Every single morning at the lake is a different experience.
Creeping around trees Fog crawls off the placid lake And adds a gray hue© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
North Woods Reflections – post 1
June 20, 2012During our time in the north woods, there were many opportunities to simply pause and reflect. I was able to note and capture a few.
Our arrival after a long winter of the lake home’s having sat dormant, all systems drained, electricity off, is always a little unwelcoming. A reminder that we are occasional guests in an environment which seems to prefer that we not come at all.
This haiku quartet comes from that first encounter of spring:
Haiku Quartet – Somber Post-winter Visit
No one has been here Scattered twigs and limbs, long grass Winter’s toll taken Loneliness engulfs The cabin down by the lake Idle since last fall Slow, persistent rain Gentle breeze shakes heavy drops From leaves overhead Solitary loon Indifferent, unaware Fishes near the shore© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 
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