The Matrix 3D - Odes to the Matrix

Neo and Trinity

Odes to the Matrix

There's a difference between
knowing the path and walking the path.
~ Morpheus

Love & The Matrix (Re visited)

There are certain feelings
Which cannot be spoken of,
Like a rusty heart or a bruised soul;
But most of all love.

There are certain pairs of shoes
We cannot remember scraping our ankles.
They have always fit.

There are certain places,
Cities, countries, streets and towns
Where we cannot recall having been;
Yet we know we have been there before.

Such is love

Certain like the truth
Like a blue sky’s many blues
A love blown blueness melted
By flickering and quivering candles
A depth slender closeness

A fragrant and generous smile
Deepening the closeness
Swirls of green comfort
Settling the depths

A trail of whispers
Stretching into the distance
Casting shadows only love can hear

A certain feeling such as love
Showing us who we are and
Where we are going
A source of renewal and change
And a safeguard against complacency

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God Is

In coming to know
We forget
In forgetting
We come to know
We are in the void
And the void is in us

We are dust blowing through eternity
And oh what a dust!
Wind against our faceless face
Shaping shapeless forms

Sometimes a tear and sometimes a smile
But always the experience of experiencing

God is not a question asked
God is not an answer given
God is not a finger tip knowledge
God is not a blue or red pill
God is not a theory

It is easier to define what God is not

But we do love the challenge

God is the excitement of breathing
...the sparkle in death
when we shuffle off this mortal coil

God ‘is’ and god ‘isn’t’

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Beginnings

As I review the recent past
I see an early morning mist
Shafts of dawn - sun pricks
Piercing an opaque stillness
Translucent softness of dew
Oasis of understanding
Imperceptible lifting of uncertainty
Grass blades retire their sharpness
Nakedness skips
Across each dripping whisper
Like waves caressing the sand
The ripples merge

As I review the recent past
I feel a midday waterfall
Running down entwined forms
Strangers and their strangeness
Evaporate and a purified
Sense of wonder returns
Doubt is the highlight
On certainties stripped charm
Bare the soul and doubt disappears

A day is a complex process
It turns opaqueness around
Invigorating shadows shower
The cold dip freeze
With a warm wet radiance

It all begins the same way
Whatever the year
A yanking into a new world
some are ready and some are not

then it starts

dates and times and years
the great measuring begins
bigger and better
faster and smaller
stronger and different

We know an apple is an apple
A lemon is a lemon
a pear is a pear
but a second? an hour? a lifetime?

Culmination is in the air
Jet engines fly overhead
car motors tumble past
Telephone cables spew out signals
The ping of a microwave
The battery driven thunk of a clock

A never ending torrent of innovation
Our lives made easier and more cluttered
Sirens get louder and people grow taller
We go deeper and higher

Satisfaction is fleeting

More medicine and cures
More doctors and teachers
More lawyers and politicians
Less farmers and clean air
Less time and peace

It all begins the same way

Interlude
A great Matrix warrior named Neo decided to attack the Agents – although he was heavily outnumbered. He knew he would win, but his soldiers were in doubt. On the way he stopped at the Oracular shrine to offer cookies and a cigarette. He told his men: "After I visit the shrine I will toss a coin. If heads comes up, we will win, if tails, we will lose. Destiny holds us in her hands." Neo entered the shrine and offered the cookies and cigarette. He lit a joss stick and sat in silence for some time. When his mind was suitably clear he left the shrine and returned to his soldiers. Trinity smiled as he made his way to the Hovercraft. He took out a coin from his trouser pocket - and tossed it. Heads appeared. His soldiers were so eager to fight they won their battle easily. "No one can change the hand of destiny." Trinity told him after the battle. "No way can they do that," said Neo – showing a coin which had been doubled, with heads facing either way.
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Ode to the Internet

There are no trees or clouds there
Not ones that you can touch
But there are millions of ideas
of trees and clouds
We inhabit a new space
Between touch and mind
Fingers banging keyboards
Letters and digits filling
A million monitors
Zeroes and ones racing
Along the narrowest of pathways
Into a network
Of hardware and software
Hardcoreware and softcoreware
Ambassadors announcing their protocol
Strangers meeting, connecting, exchanging ideas
And remaining strangers
The internetopolis grows and grows
There the streets are lined with information
The curious plug in their modems and
Go surfing and exploring
Some go hacking and stealing
It's not much different to where
The 'real' clouds drift and
The 'real' trees lose their leaves.
But it feels, perhaps, more
Like living tomorrow today
Like when people say black & white
Photos and film is more real than colour
It's an unstoppable surge of wizardry
Speeds increase, quantities grow ever larger
The potential of the human mind
Seems to have found a vehicle of expression
You are on the cutting edge
You are free of the body and the limits
Its ever decaying state imposes
You can piss in the face of tradition
There isn't one in cyberspace
It makes postmodernism look dated
It takes you places other
Technology cannot reach - yet
The WWW brings a thousand new doors
to your doorstep
It's a freeform collection of interests
The organisers are the participants
There's no government controlling your movements
The vision is of new spaces opened up
Existing spaces linked like never before
More information, better and better
Technology and an end to restrictive borders
One big pulsating set of neurones
held together by a thing that has
More to do with intangibles than the physical

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Silence

Language both opens the door and closes it
It takes us towards and brings us away from
It reveals and conceals
Language is just a form of breathing
Silence? Silence is holding your breath
For a good time to breathe

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EACH

Heart beat
Each breath
Each kiss
Each smile
Each bead of sweat
Each tear
Each doubt
Each certainty
Each step
Each fall
Each tree
Each star
Each sunset
Each full moon
Each cloud
Each drop of rain
Each leap
Each climax
Each big
Each small
Each stroke
Each shiver
Each snowflake
Each breeze
Each drive
Each turn
Each ride
Each walk
Each flower
Each hunger
Each sneeze
Each silence
Each song
Each dream
Each taste
Each choice
Each picture
Each embrace
Each Matrix

. . . cannot describe love

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fix the gaze
in star patterns
blackness pricked
Holes of energy
abstraction dead before
the image reaches our gaze
fixed in stars
piercing the blackness
energy reaching the holes
and pricking the patterns
fixed by our gaze

the matrix is a blackness
pricked and patternless
the matrix is an energy
fixed in a flux
by the matrixers' gaze

you noble cataloguers
of the matrix
i salute your commitment

Interlude
Neo, a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Morpheus. Desiring to show his attainment. He said: " The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realisation, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity, no Agents. There is no giving and nothing to be received. There is no spoon." Morpheus, who was smoking quietly and cleaning his shades, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Neo with his cane. This made Neo quite angry. "If nothing exists," inquired Morpheus, "where did that anger come from?"

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Once upon a time there was a film called The Matrix. It inspired people so much that a few of them started to post thoughts/ideas/feelings to something that came to be known as the 'threads' - a cyber community emerged that traded information and visions, jokes and polemics,some serious thinking took place and some not so serious ... there were conflicts and religious friction, or was is spiritual shinanigans? (sic)...anyway - this computer is bugged - i better fly, chase that rabbit, wake up, free myself. no one else can or will. there is nothing deeper than a puddle and nothing more meaningless than a wrong question or a right question asked wrongly.

enjoying the question is good.

FAN FICTION