(Click on the highlighted texts.)
What Are You Waiting For?
Death,
I can hear your footsteps on the porch.
Don’t bother to knock,
come right in.
keep on truckin'
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Believing Is Seeing
(Click on highlighted links for more information.)
Hawkweed, dandelions and slugs provide a look into the nature of how we understand what is happening around us.
Basically we see what we believe should be the normal state of affairs. We determine normality through a variety of information inputs which we have agreed within ourselves or in concert with others to be the way things should be. That becomes what we expect to see.
Imagine that you live in an area where you might come upon a poisonous snake in the road. In the moonlight you see something stretched across the path. Your immediate thought is of a snake and you react as if it were a snake. Your blood pressure rises, you feel a surge of fear immediately, and your mental state completely changes as your heart rate accelerates and your face warms up. Then you realize it is a rope. I saw a dog turn into a stump in just this way recently.
Even though there was no snake, you reacted as if there were a snake. It was a genuine response because you were convinced by being prepared to see a snake so one appeared and scared the crap out of you. But now you know the snake did not exist anywhere but in your mind. The snake was something you created. It was an illusion just like the dog I saw that turned into a stump.
The people in this area are living under the illusion that Hawkweed is actually Dandelion. I know better than that. I've determined it by examination. I know why they call Hawkweed Dandelion. The plants are vaguely similar in appearance, and the people looking at them do not look close enough. They have agreed together that these plants are Dandelions. However I know for certain they are Hawkweed because I have taken the time to examine them. There's an application of this to democracy as well. And here is is a slug feasting on the bottom parts of a hawk weed plant . This shows you the way he and she became a duck.
I started thinking about the insistence of the locals here on demanding that Hawkweed be called Dandelion. Their authority is that they grouped together on the basis of collective ignorance in order to enforce the idea that Hawkweed is actually Dandelion. But if anyone of them had been required to look closely at the two plants they would recognize the differences fairly soon. But collective opinions are very powerful.
The video below will explain in more detail than I have related regarding the reason we experience the things we experience.
Hawkweed, dandelions and slugs provide a look into the nature of how we understand what is happening around us.
Basically we see what we believe should be the normal state of affairs. We determine normality through a variety of information inputs which we have agreed within ourselves or in concert with others to be the way things should be. That becomes what we expect to see.
Imagine that you live in an area where you might come upon a poisonous snake in the road. In the moonlight you see something stretched across the path. Your immediate thought is of a snake and you react as if it were a snake. Your blood pressure rises, you feel a surge of fear immediately, and your mental state completely changes as your heart rate accelerates and your face warms up. Then you realize it is a rope. I saw a dog turn into a stump in just this way recently.
Even though there was no snake, you reacted as if there were a snake. It was a genuine response because you were convinced by being prepared to see a snake so one appeared and scared the crap out of you. But now you know the snake did not exist anywhere but in your mind. The snake was something you created. It was an illusion just like the dog I saw that turned into a stump.
The people in this area are living under the illusion that Hawkweed is actually Dandelion. I know better than that. I've determined it by examination. I know why they call Hawkweed Dandelion. The plants are vaguely similar in appearance, and the people looking at them do not look close enough. They have agreed together that these plants are Dandelions. However I know for certain they are Hawkweed because I have taken the time to examine them. There's an application of this to democracy as well. And here is is a slug feasting on the bottom parts of a hawk weed plant . This shows you the way he and she became a duck.
I started thinking about the insistence of the locals here on demanding that Hawkweed be called Dandelion. Their authority is that they grouped together on the basis of collective ignorance in order to enforce the idea that Hawkweed is actually Dandelion. But if anyone of them had been required to look closely at the two plants they would recognize the differences fairly soon. But collective opinions are very powerful.
The video below will explain in more detail than I have related regarding the reason we experience the things we experience.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Invocation: Ceremony by the Sea
This is at the end of a short road named 'Sunset Beach Lane' in Warrenton Oregon. There are many roads like this along the coastal highway that offer mouth dropping surprises if you go down them.
(Click on photograph to see what I mean)
Sunset Beach Lane is only about a mile long. There are a series of very large rolling sand dunes between the highway and the ocean. As you see it cuts through the first dune and opens out onto the beach. Vehicles are allowed out on the beach.
At the entrance to the beach there are tracks in the dry sand that give the illusion of safe passage but can, under the right circumstances, bog a 4WD drive down and get it stuck if it doesn't keep moving.
To say there are ruts would be misleading. It appears that there are ruts. But a rut implies a stable structure such as frozen mud or snow would produce, which in turn leaves a stable area for the path of the tires. The walls of these tracks in the sand are continually sliding in on top of themselves and what appears at a distance to be a stable track is actually fluid sand.
As I was walking in I watched a 4WD coming out. I remarked to myself that he was not moving fast enough and sure enough he slowed even more due to the resistance and lack of stability of the sand, and then it was all over. The wheels begin to dig in and rather quickly it just stopped. It was like watching a cheetah in the final stages of pursuing a gazelle in the sense that it was a forgone conclusion that the 4WD didn't stand a chance. I helped push him out. He could not have gotten going again without being pushed.
Being stuck in sand is different from being stuck in snow. The snow can be moved out of the way, but the sand will continue to simply fill in so that the tires are always on a bed of unstable sand. I didn't take the Saturn out there. Some have had the experience of losing their cars to the tide.
This is a nice place to spend the day digging clams, meditating etc. But many people come here for the sunsets to have some beers and party almost every night when it is clear in the summer. It's hardly ever crowded. This is a beach as untamed as it could possibly be. There's nothing commercial to interfere with what the ocean offers up.
This is noteworthy because the Pacific speaks profoundly with great understatement as it simply continues its unending chant. For those who listen it offers a purely primal encounter at this part of the universe. Take a look. (Click on highlighted text.) Stop and listen to the still small voice within your 'self'.
(Click on photograph to see what I mean)
Sunset Beach Lane is only about a mile long. There are a series of very large rolling sand dunes between the highway and the ocean. As you see it cuts through the first dune and opens out onto the beach. Vehicles are allowed out on the beach.
At the entrance to the beach there are tracks in the dry sand that give the illusion of safe passage but can, under the right circumstances, bog a 4WD drive down and get it stuck if it doesn't keep moving.
To say there are ruts would be misleading. It appears that there are ruts. But a rut implies a stable structure such as frozen mud or snow would produce, which in turn leaves a stable area for the path of the tires. The walls of these tracks in the sand are continually sliding in on top of themselves and what appears at a distance to be a stable track is actually fluid sand.
As I was walking in I watched a 4WD coming out. I remarked to myself that he was not moving fast enough and sure enough he slowed even more due to the resistance and lack of stability of the sand, and then it was all over. The wheels begin to dig in and rather quickly it just stopped. It was like watching a cheetah in the final stages of pursuing a gazelle in the sense that it was a forgone conclusion that the 4WD didn't stand a chance. I helped push him out. He could not have gotten going again without being pushed.
Being stuck in sand is different from being stuck in snow. The snow can be moved out of the way, but the sand will continue to simply fill in so that the tires are always on a bed of unstable sand. I didn't take the Saturn out there. Some have had the experience of losing their cars to the tide.
This is a nice place to spend the day digging clams, meditating etc. But many people come here for the sunsets to have some beers and party almost every night when it is clear in the summer. It's hardly ever crowded. This is a beach as untamed as it could possibly be. There's nothing commercial to interfere with what the ocean offers up.
This is noteworthy because the Pacific speaks profoundly with great understatement as it simply continues its unending chant. For those who listen it offers a purely primal encounter at this part of the universe. Take a look. (Click on highlighted text.) Stop and listen to the still small voice within your 'self'.
Friday, June 26, 2009
An Update on the Industry of the Ant
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The writer of the book of Proverbs in the Old Testament made a comment on the virtue of the ants habits and encouraged his son with the example of being industrious for his own well being. Proverbs 6:
6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
7 Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
8 Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
9 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
The father is urging his son to take command of himself. 'no guide, overseer, or ruler'. She does it by 'herself'.
But she eventually dies and then all the hectic labor she has been engaged in becomes ingredients for the recycling center.
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That was Solomon's view and Jesus comments on it in Matthew 6:
24 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32(For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
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Just what is Jesus saying here? Is Solomon wrong for encouraging industriousness and accumulation for the future? Is there another,better, way to relate to being here now? How does it fit in with this?
The writer of the book of Proverbs in the Old Testament made a comment on the virtue of the ants habits and encouraged his son with the example of being industrious for his own well being. Proverbs 6:
6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
7 Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
8 Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
9 How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
The father is urging his son to take command of himself. 'no guide, overseer, or ruler'. She does it by 'herself'.
But she eventually dies and then all the hectic labor she has been engaged in becomes ingredients for the recycling center.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That was Solomon's view and Jesus comments on it in Matthew 6:
24 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32(For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
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Just what is Jesus saying here? Is Solomon wrong for encouraging industriousness and accumulation for the future? Is there another,better, way to relate to being here now? How does it fit in with this?
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Mind Expansion: learning to see what IS
(click on highlighted text for further information)
Think of this as an aid for meditation; as a springboard for your thoughts. Try to imagine what it means if this information is correct. If this makes sense to you after you take in the information you have the necessary tools to put this information to work in transforming the knowledge you have of who and what you are as a person. When you do, for your purposes, a new world replete with perceptions consistent with that world begins to develop.
CLICK HERE FOR THE BEGINNING.
Imagine the real nature of matter being intimately associated with consciousness. Imagine yourself not only being here, but being an actual constituent working element of what is being expressed now. Imagine being able to conceive of yourself as intimately associated and involved with the inner nature of life itself by virtue of having co-existed eternally with it. The sense of separateness, fear and estrangement felt by failure to recognize this fundamental facet of experience has vanished. The feeling is like you walked into the parlor of your childhood home after many years and everyone was there just like it used to be.
Amit Goswami, Ph.D. is at the center of a scientific revolution. There is a new way of evaluating ourselves and it is becoming increasingly clear that the current perception we have of ourselves has just about played out its usefulness. Enjoy.
Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Think of this as an aid for meditation; as a springboard for your thoughts. Try to imagine what it means if this information is correct. If this makes sense to you after you take in the information you have the necessary tools to put this information to work in transforming the knowledge you have of who and what you are as a person. When you do, for your purposes, a new world replete with perceptions consistent with that world begins to develop.
CLICK HERE FOR THE BEGINNING.
Imagine the real nature of matter being intimately associated with consciousness. Imagine yourself not only being here, but being an actual constituent working element of what is being expressed now. Imagine being able to conceive of yourself as intimately associated and involved with the inner nature of life itself by virtue of having co-existed eternally with it. The sense of separateness, fear and estrangement felt by failure to recognize this fundamental facet of experience has vanished. The feeling is like you walked into the parlor of your childhood home after many years and everyone was there just like it used to be.
Amit Goswami, Ph.D. is at the center of a scientific revolution. There is a new way of evaluating ourselves and it is becoming increasingly clear that the current perception we have of ourselves has just about played out its usefulness. Enjoy.
Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Breakfast on the Beach
(click photographs for detail)
There's so many things I see and say: 'I think I understand'.
Like this breakfast:
...on it goes.
There's so many things I see and say: 'I think I understand'.
Like this breakfast:
...on it goes.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Retirement Pieing
(Click highlighted texts)
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
For My Steps Alone
(click on highlighted text for photographs.)
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
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
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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
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
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Today and Tomorrow
(Click on highlighted text for photographs.)
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
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
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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
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
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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
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
Saturday, January 17, 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
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
Friday, January 09, 2009
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
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
Saturday, December 13, 2008
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.)
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.)
Friday, December 12, 2008
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
“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
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, November 21, 2008
For My Children: I Believe
(Click on photographs for detail.)
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
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
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About Me
- The Shaman
- A practitioner of the art of living with the intent of learning how to die without fear.