I Love To Watch Her Strut

LIFE





There's always the chance of breaking through.

Breakfast on the Beach

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There's so many things I see and say: 'I think I understand'.






Like this breakfast:



















...on it goes.

Retirement Pieing

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Last Thursday morning the 26th of March I got pied as part of a going away tradition in the place I used to work at. Its a strange concept, getting used to not working. I have lots to do here to get ready and I have to begin today. After breakfast.



I don't know how the pie-ing tradition came into being. Other stores in the chain do not celebrate leaving the job in such a way, and in the store I was working only the night crew department does. And if you've been there a while and then leave you get pied at some point in you last night.

Don't trust anyone that night.

For My Steps Alone

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This has been my last winter on the hill here and I am enjoying the annual return of spring in a way I could not enjoy it before because I am leaving. I plan to return here to this place that has been home to me since 12/26/1973. But I doubt it will ever be home to me again. When I return I will come for the memories: they will teach me the truth of the present.



The song of the red winged black bird is a defining marker of the change of seasons. 'Purple-dee' they sing at sunrise. My ex told me the words of their song.

The following has happened in the last few days. The warm weather has coaxed entities from the soil. The blossom below is a flower from a root that my ex wife decades ago, planted with her hands and which we enjoyed together for a time. That experience has passed with the continuing seasons. I still enjoy the flowers without her.

I found these in the yard. daffodils and tulips. They still have something to say.

The crocus blossoms were barely there yesterday. (click to enlarge them)


They arrive every year right on schedule when the winter goes through its changes.

What do you make of that?

I've given up the idea that the natural world represents a stupid, mindless, machine like process working to an inevitable result as the knowledge of western science has lead us to believe. I am certain there is a creative intelligence motivating this planet and the rest of what is. I call it God. I refuse to define it. I refuse to play politics with the notion or make a religion out of it.

Check this out.

Meditate on this.



Text and video of sunrise along with still photographs Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche

Zen

The wild geese
announced themselves, waking me

with broken reed notes …
Zen masters honking bop at sunrise

having flown through the night
with directions gathered from every aspect of the cosmos.



I am a shadow on the same screen;
leaving no trail, but going on.

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Images of the swan constellation and the other obviously not original material are the product or property of those attributed at the source link.

The remaining text video and photograph are by me, Hermeneutic etc, Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche

Today and Tomorrow

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The woodpile is smaller than yesterday
and today is colder.

Even so, the fire burns
and the house is warm;

I do not hope.
Hope is for the unbelieving.

I know death is a hoax:
When does the universe take
without giving back?

Text and photographs Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche

Redneck Tales: The Redneck As Sports Narrator

"The ring necked pheasant is
one of the world's most beautiful birds.
The striking multi-colored vest has
lead it to be called
the peacock of North America.




The name comes from
the bright white ring
around his throat.
It is especially eye catching in the sunshine
against the contrasting plumage."

The redneck spoke
and his boots crunched
on the bird's neck as he bent
to remove his arrow.

I suppose he subscribes
to Hustler too.

Photograph,video and text Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche

I Saw God Today

The first of the three Gatti - Ward fights was the best. The other two were simply money makers for HBO. The first was an honest all out brawl that lived up to the pre-fight hype. The 9th round represents everything good about boxing and the human spirit. (Click on highlighted segments for videos.)

The look on Gatti's face after the left hook to the liver early on in the 9th round says it's over. The spirit in his heart says it isn't. He got up at the count of 9 and a half.

Gatti up to this point in his career was noted for having the shit beaten out of him, fighting with both eyes swollen shut and coming back to score a knock out. His handlers, most likely for pecuniary reasons, took control of him and changed his style. It prolonged his career and earned him a lot of money. This is representative of turning boxing into a politically correct sport where the human spirit takes a back seat. Promoters have different agendas.

Boxing has from its inception, at least in the fighters heart, been about the human spirit. Men fighting with their ears almost torn off and dangling, men climbing back into the ring, men not giving up. If you are a real human, man or woman, you're a 9 and a half count human and you get up.

God is manifested in the human face.



I saw God today.
Both of him in an 18
square foot ring.

Gatti - Ward 1.
He died and was

resurrected in
Round 9. Both
of him.

I knelt.
and worshiped.

Text © David H. Roche 2009

Dancing With The Moon

We’ve always been leaving
or arriving,
flotsam on the tides
of a great sea:



our ‘selves’ like
driftwood,
and broken shells;
bits of things once whole
now fragments collecting on an unimaginable shore …
you and I under the spell of moonlight
called to dance the only dance there is.

Text, Photographs and Video: Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche

Tides

The tide is the evidence of being connected to everything else.

The implications of this are immense.

The tide is the dance of the earth, moon and sun. (Click on photographs to enlarge them)

On the beach At Lincoln City 11/09/05




The heaving and rolling
is constant.

The Pacific:
a Zen masters Koan.

A smile in the gray dawn at the recognition
that the universe both sings
and dances.

The tide is a returning and a continuing. The photos that follow are a representation of that eternal notion. Nothing leaves but that it returns. The tide is continually recycling the contents of the ocean and depositing them on the shore. It is a metaphor that speaks of something.



























































































Having come from somewhere near Idaho in ages that have no history attached to them this monolith, Haystack Rock at Cannon Beach Oregon, stands as a representative of change and the tremendous forces associated with life on earth. Eventually it will be smooth sand and no consciousness will have noticed it occurring.





This is the reality we must accommodate ourselves to because it is the only reality. That being said, I believe there is more here than meets the eye. Something is going on.

What a wonderful mystery.


Text and photographs Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche

Midnight Repast

Your skin on mine,
tastes we offer each other;
morsels plucked from the coals we've kindled into flame.

What I feel leaves me in wonder
as you take my cock in your fingers
and face to face our eyes contain each other...

Having lost our boundaries,
we are the universe,
complete.

Text and photograph Copyright 2008 David H. Roche (click on hyper link to see photograph.)

Shamanic Lover

Her voice charms me saying:
“Enter through
my garden gate.


Inside are lush jungles,
and the creation of
supernovas

where you will disappear…
be annihilated
and reborn whole at dawn."

Text and Photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche

What Are You Missing?

Zen Humor

I’ve been thinking so much
I miss a lot.

While I’m thinking about what happened
something else is always happening.

So I tried not thinking
and began to think about that…

Tonight, waking, half asleep
I found this.

It was there,
a delight.

I’ve been up since
writing this damned poem.

Thinking about it.

Text and photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche

The Root of Compassion

I remained…
terror stricken
until seeing
‘I’ does not exist
separate from shooting stars,
raindrops, meadows,
rivers, redwoods,
springtime, harvest
the sea or you.

Text, photographs and videos Copyright 2008 David H. Roche Click highlighted links.

For My Children: I Believe

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I choose to die alone;
there’s no need to cry.
I will cry for you.

It won’t be easy,
not with all the memories.
If you remember me,
that is enough.

You have a heaven waiting
while I see galaxies unborn.
I believe they are the same;
I’ll meet you there.



Text and Photographs copyright 2008 David H. Roche

360 Degrees

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What I see: The first 180 degrees.




Autumn leaves in the rain:
the melancholy
of summer gone.







The Universe replies: The second 180 degrees.




I’m getting ready
for summer again:
it’s time to settle back.

Text and photographs Copyright 2008 by David H. Roche

Illumination

Sunlight is a means to illumination
on many levels.


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The ordinary moment is often
filled with astonishing beauty.









Light!

















Intensity!













And surprises.












Text and photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche

Daybreak and Dusk the Geese and the Moon

Daybreak and Dusk the Geese and the Moon

On this hill
it seems to change...
but it doesn’t.
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There is daybreak and dusk;
transient geese that pass twice a year
with the sound of woodwind flutes overhead.




The moon changes daily;
coming back with a different face
only to eventually return the same.




You are the daybreak and dusk,
you are the geese and the moon.
I am as well.

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I saw these things today and they moved me.

Text and photographs Copyright 2008 David H. Roche.

My Creed

I'm a believer
but don't ask me any questions;
I don't have any answers you'd be benefited by.
They are my answers and true for me;
they may not suit you.
In fact I'm sure they won't.

If you ask me about God
what can I say about a topic generally agreed to be unknowable?
Certainly I have a vague idea,
but my idea comes from everything I've ever experienced;
and you have not experienced what I have.

Perhaps this makes God a personal God in some ways that are not generally agreed upon by those intent on making iron clad definitions
and caricatures taken from stories in books found in every land and culture.

That God is in every land speaks loudly to me as proof that 'Something' exists beyond the edges of this little world I call myself.

It does not matter if 'It' has multiple arms, blue skin or a white beard.
'It' has appeared in the minds of mankind all over and is essentially the same despite the cultural details ascribed to 'It's' nature.

My Creed...So Far

I believe in God on the basis of intuitive not logical evidence.
I believe there is 'Something' outside the edges of my understanding leading me into the future.
I believe there is 'Something' orchestrating things.
I believe the Universe is a friendly place.
I am not afraid of what happens after the grave;
I believe I am traveling on without end.
I believe a 'one size fits all God' is an oxymoron.

When I am quiet I 'Know' these things;
at those times I feel God is speaking to me.
I listen, but I cannot tell you what I hear.
It is personal, constructed for me alone
from everything that has gone before in my life.

Peace and hope are what I feel at those times.
All I can say is:
"I seem to understand enough for the present."

Text Copyright 2008 David H. Roche. Links attributed to those who left them to be read.

A Question About Circles

A Question About Circles

Autumn sunlight
spackles fallen leaves and seeds together
on wet pine slats.

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Is it the beginning or the end?




Text and Photographs Copyright 2008 David H.Roche