truth – Letters of Measure

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.

In baseball it’s called your summer family, in surfing it’s your winter family, when the ocean awakens sleeping giants. This was early in November.

Stand Up Steve

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Paddles up mirroring messiah,

been awhile since we caught up,

as an aging surfer, he’s apprenticing

under a wave guru up north, one of

the salty till senile types. “My pop up

is good for a few waves, then I’m just

blowing it. I’ll do anything to stay on a

shortboard”, motioning his paddle at the

monstrosity of buoyancy under foot.

Being able to set that line and go, with

this, making moch jump as though he

had cinder block feet. A crystalizing

thought, “less resistance, all response.”

Announced in the manner of mention,

they let the words hang for a moment

grappling with how minutia of honest

pursuits mirror life at their core. Being

in the world, a deepening of self.