Tag: existence

Trying On Life

You never know when gifts arrive,

Trying On Life 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Holster ready, all you did was

ask. If put another way, I

might’ve just let it pass. Your 

key question unlocks response.  

Not taken lightly words rush to 

life relating to everything at once. 

Did grandmother tell you what was

said? Eyes blossom full of sky. 

Did we know then what we know

now? Birds sing the story of our

lives, rendezvous on approach

play your part to alert me to mine. 

Our moment bubble burst into 

existence, crochet time yarns and

salutes, saddled grins remind us this

whole world is a changing place. 

Strolling Pie Fields

The pictures of her mind, the princess and the…

Strolling Pie Fields

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If you ordered a dream, I know how you’d take it. 

Strolling pie fields, punctuated by ponds of boiling ramen. 

Well well well what do we have here? 

To phrase a feeling, the greatest gift is knowing you. 

From light we come, then become all it entails. 

Becoming a granular notion, existence a swimming pool. 

The world loves it’s making, and deserves to be told it’s beautiful.

The universe brought us together, and together we discovered a universe. 

If all the sights found your eyes, would you still let them fall on me?

How lovely for all this to lead to, the many tomorrows with you.  

Re-minding Reminders

Don’t stray from the weight of the world.

Re-minding Reminders

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

If sunshine be butter 

take me for bread. 

Life’s sweetest sentiments

fall conspicuous as ripe 

coconuts in Manhattan. 

All this momentum up a 

waterfall, never a thought 

to test the flow. 

Did you remember to re-mind?

Change the soil of your fertile

drum, realizing then how green

a thumb you’ve been sitting on.

Turning stones in a prized search

never mind the reward was in the 

act. Fork and knife powerless

over cerebral soup, spoon fed

re-minder for a taste of God. 

Ahh yes, limitless all along, for 

the water was always wine and 

fish delight the offer of your net. 

An old vinyl re-minded, suddenly

plays new grooves. With sultry

disguise the best thing that could

ever happen has a painful start. 

In the moment of re-minding the 

world behaves at the direction of 

your spark, lantern, candle, bonfire

with doubt stomped out resume 

wayfaring thought, existence holds 

another stone to sharpen our edge.  

 

Luminous Drops

A series of thoughts while surfing the morning of 10/29/21.

Luminous Drops

By Tyler Mobley

In a world of reminders, reflections of life’s unknowable center pass with utmost familiarity. It may seem obvious after the fact, self aware creatures are bound by the light they see, yet being of light their understanding of its spectrum is only limited by the spectrum itself. A Dude Where’s my Car’s “continuum transfunctioner, its mystery is exceeded only by its power.” Everywhere there is light there is a rainbow, put another way a rainbow exists in all the light we see. When the sun reflects off your phone and casts an iridescence on your hand grasping the wheel while you drive. The Dark Side of the Moon album put it right under our noses, but we only see so much with our ears. A lone beam passing through a prism becomes many as constituents are displayed. There we are, “the all singing, all dancing crap of the world,” pulling out our phones to capture through the clouds what we’d find if we’d look inside (Fight Club). 

A surf of revelation sets my receptors open to basement dwellings, a rainbow in the spray off the back of a passing wave shone in the low morning light. Thoughts come knocking, not one to wait is the self referential check in all things, the seed within the fruit. Arriving at Stan Tenen of Meru Foundation, “light in the meeting tent” occurs to relieve some insight. We are no different, take the formless, light, fire, soul, and pass it through the form, prism, water, body, and what appears? A rainbow. 

Soren Kierkegaard in The Sickness unto Death frames our condition as a relation to the relation. The central relation between formless and the form, the self is what becomes of the relation to the central relation, thus the self is inherently self referential. To become oneself, find you’re light among the rainbow. 

Links to

https://meru.org/

https://antilogicalism.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/thesicknessuntodeath.pdf