Show Me The World

Somehow we’re all here.

Show Me The World

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Expectation, fall into place, a falling place,

ahh how you soon learn things have

a way of going where few things go. 

Jurassic acknowledgement, life finds 

a way. Jumanji drums feet lift from earth,

bridge to all may be. 

Be found oh distance one, have your

rathers. Say you galloping sun, for I am 

the only one to wrap your cloak around

and hold me night. Trace suspension 

to n fro gages something well below,

always now, prism rhyme obeys light. 

Heavy is the point, feel the weight of

the world translated through you,

something to push against. Hold me 

down so I may fly, have the moon in

my lap looking at what always held me 

back, in the cloak of time. 

Eternal Resolve

The pleasant pairing of space & time. Originally titled Passion Patrol.

Eternal Resolve

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Pleasure running out my toes 

greed blown from thy nose 

sung in manor of mountain temple 

obscuring boundaries when able

to coax frequency with command 

returns oneself to cradling hand 

of a world all for you. 

Stand Up Steve

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.  

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

We call this a Cultural Piece

Value and labor have been intertwined since the days of Marx, anything worth having must be earned. The value of everything is derived from the labor involved to make it the way it is.  If one is not producing, he or she loses their sense of value, and it many cases loses how to culturally define themselves.  The system of production works through people who have jobs, and it depends on having future people to one day being able to inherit those jobs.  Keeping production right where it needs to be; characterized by upward mobility.  The only problem here is that we have gone crazy with production, everyone sees the market as their ladder to a big piece of the pie.  Which people have a right to, but in reality all but the sincerest of attempts actually end up with more pie than they need; guidelines of the system.  So we end up with a hordes of bad ideas, manufacturing gone awry, useless clutter that sits their depreciating waiting to be disposed of.  Now in many cases you need a few bad ideas before you get a good one, that’s all good, but don’t shit out a new spring line every year just because that’s what your competitors are doing.  How many times is their leftover halloween decorations marked down in the stores come November.  Do they figure that everyone lost their decorations since last year, or do they just like adding clutter to the isles and make people say “The holidays are coming up quick.”  We are plagued by this system that we are expected to perpetuate, barely given a fair chance. Forced into working, forced to stress and feel inadequate when you’re not producing or making a living.  You may ask what else might you do if not this?  Now this is true freedom, the freedom I experience in my mind can now be channeled through me, behaving how it may.  Not when this live is being wrestled down to a desk job, anchored to a chair, dreams wiped off on the doormat. That job provides a service to people who have needs created by the very system that creates the jobs.  An example, people who do your taxes, making one part on the system so complex that it must grow itself to accommodate for its careless over complexification. From this point on that’s all that will ever happen within the system.  Consuming just to consume, the most inhuman value that has arisen out of this cultural fabric stretching, obesity.  We want you to sit all day and then when your back hurts from sitting all day, come to us and we’ll give you pills that slowly turn you into a zombie and ruin your life. It all feeds into itself.  Is this the place  the human endeavor has brought us to over time?  Or has the need to be constantly stimulated gave way to the world economy?  Building people a life around comforts of the American ideal so we can be stimulated in a more artificial way. Experiencing life from behind doors, from little screens, eyes cast down avoiding the light of day.  It is not all bad, maybe we’re right where we need to be. Although sometimes society feels like an uncomfortable shoe when I just want to be barefoot.           A happiness, a contentedness comes from within you, within relationships.  We’ve had those times when you’re with a person and you feel in that moment you don’t need anything else. Those are what life should be based around, not a system that we need vacations from.  Build a life around happiness, whatever that means to you.          

Brave New World

When people are deprived of wealth while others burns their’s on image.  What will happen next? The people distracted by work, news, a so called life, to suppress is the end.  When a common goal is set, strike and protest will reach the feet of giants, hell will be thrown to the desk of gold.  I’m a Marxist dream of revolution.  Uprising of peace waged with war for justice and the uncovering of right and wrong, to settle the debt of the people and nation.  I lived through the time when the world woke up, sparked the greatest change is history, when storms recked the foundations of hope and homes.  Greed burned a hole in the pockets of powers, it blurred the numbers of bank statements making them come up short in shaky hands.  To speed up the progression of humanity by making these mistakes now, in this modern era. Unbalance division of wealth is an age old problem that will meet it’s match through the connectivity of the world.  Aldous Huxley said that “Men do not learn much from the lessons of history, and that itself is the most important of all the lessons of history.”  Sovereign nations should use history as the basis for policy, or at least be consulting with an eye doctor the see what is on the horizon.  The progress of liberty has been made only on the surface.  How long can things really continue down the same path as they’ve been on, major problems have only been pushed back to be dealt with later.  Major change is frightening and is sure to piss off a lot of people but if something isn’t done to fix how our government operates were going to be worse off than if we implement change today.

History shows that empires fall, unbalance of wealth, opportunity, and happiness.  We are all hungry, some for success others just for food.   All men are created equal sure, but show me how that applies in the social world.  The social contract binds us to this dream that is on display in magazines and movies.  “We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world” – Tyler Durden  It is happening all around us, the craziness of the world presented in an appealing syntax to spark our interest.  So we can have a moment of grief, gratefulness, or a shake of the head then we go on our way.  Although the Earth centered model of the universe, we now know is wrong, we still go about business as if we are.  The world is in our heads, we cruise through space around a black hole, laughing through infinate space, the only way to go.