Tag: light

Sifting Lizards

Titled Castaneda, benefits of losing one’s mind.

Sifting Lizards 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Informace, at risk of excluding the 

rest, finger raised distinguishing this

from that, a process arrives at Hiroshima. 

Potent void, out of nothing a knock

on your door, just dropping by, a light

like never before pours definitive unto.  

Caressed by world bosom ease away a 

breath, casting sky hooked a cloud life 

upon merry go round, spurs spontaneity.  

Your stride upright brighter than the sun, 

ocean eyes focus in as horizon lion shakes 

it’s mane, settling just where you belong.  

Emerging Escalator

Feel the way it goes

Emerging Escalator

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Patch water what have yous 

strength in visions maintained 

ponder vault skull fortress etching.

Partners with the well, path of now

sipping fortunes, exhaling prophecies 

thoughts unpack light all over the world.

Informal destiny, pollen smudged nose

lifts to meet a stranger’s eye, bridge shuffle

lifetimes a sudden encouraging wind, 

at any moment overcome by feeling alive. 

No Telling

Formidable Space makes mountains of us all.

No Telling

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

What would our world be without

eyes to look into, what manners 

does this table set demand? Sharp,

smooth, pointy all fit in hand. 

Built by formidable space 

stubborn boundaries resist 

atomic pressure. A face to know 

when bones for an instant.

Paint the world with your problems 

cinematic projections done for undisclosed

spiritual development deals, all comes 

back to how to be in the world, no closer

truth, sweetest light lives in golden rule. 

Proud partners, see you on the other side. 

What a thing to take on, creatures formed

by night, in darkness lies the truth of light.

Phantom lives where who knows, ocean

currents our lives transposed. 

Pastiche a la mode

That smudge on my desk looks like a long neck dinosaur,

always the best thing to happen, if it were up to me I’d live

off your kisses alone, if I look left a rubber ducky sails on,

lost in the magic at hand, Smash Bros boss battle, quotient

A helpless passenger of pen, a journal original,

Pastiche a la mode 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

That smudge on my desk looks like a long neck dinosaur,

always the best thing to happen, if it were up to me I’d live

off your kisses alone, if I look left a rubber ducky sails on,

lost in the magic at hand, Smash Bros boss battle, quotient

time was off, pinned to the ass in Martha Stwerts’s jail cell, 

a frisbee golf eagle chimes, Hitler also grew a mustache on 

his back called the Rhineland, Global Warming Foo Fighters

of the Grateful Dead it says on a scrumpled note neglected next

to a trash can, turns it over, Bob Dylan was an alien? That baby 

that ruined your anniversary dinner is still crying, frigid fidgets

plum to the frosty pear, approval in the eyes, and you still made

it to work on time? the taste of honey, that dog expects the toy 

to be thrown, tried using the urinal at Walmart, but Kamala Harris

was looking me in the eyes, an exceeding first bite, glad we met,

when a couple is just having a moment, and then there was light,

like we didn’t know the darkness before.  

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.  

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