The pictures of her mind. I got it, 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.
A series of thoughts while surfing the morning of 10/29/21.
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.