MaTrix
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MaTrix
It is a female word.
A late Middle English reflection
of a womb-like structure
upon which life holds
itself, and dresses.
From Latin:
breeding female;
later: womb, from
‘mater,' mother.
“-Trix' in legal terms is
a suffix that forms the
“feminine” agent nouns
that correspond to the
masculine nouns
ending in -tor.
Executrix.
Executor.
Matrix.
It is the grail.
The holder of the
elemental fluids
taking form.
If briefly.
In some manner.
A manner,
heretofore, too
mysterious to
be trusted.
Somewhere
along the way
the pulsing dark
of ever possible,
birthing stars and
planets, persons,
just so, spinning
worlds, bearing
suns seemed
too … feral.
Too fertile
to be left
native,
wild.
Better to
domesticate
this nature.
And so it has been
tamed, made less
powerful so as
to control it,
restrain it.
Bind it.
Synonymous
with a cleaving of
its wholeness, a
sundering of its
complementary
parts so that
it might rule
the unruly
parts of
a new
sum.
Patriarchy
taking over
the role of
the dark
without
the light
of stars.
Creating an objective,
outer world in opposition
to a subjective world
lived from within.
A tearing away of the
internal forces of holding,
to an externalized notion of
possessing, occupying,
capturing, containing.
Dominating.
The former holds
with an open hand,
the latter, closed;
a grasping, a fist.
Both extremes
dwell within our
experience as
structure,
framing,
upon which,
within which,
we organize the
perceptions our
realities bring
to life.
A living structure,
never meant to be
concretized, hardened,
forced into any
fixed shape.
For all shape
is ever and
only shifting.
Still, it appears
to take shape,
to spin round,
to spiral.
However
one-sided
its axial
rule.
So we dig
deeper.
Here are directions,
holding a spectrum
of organization that
potential rises from.
Wild and uncharted.
Dynamic.
We are learning to
see the spectrum,
not just the ends of
the axis of rotation
wherein life is lived
on this clay plane
baked, hardened.
Not just female.
Not just male.
Negative, positive,
good, bad,
and on.
Opposable thumbs
do not confer
opposition,
we’re seeing.
However slowly.
This is the course
in duality we enrolled
to comprehend.
To experience,
immerse our
selves in, to
integrate.
Evolve.
Granular, the scale
and detail present
in its projections.
Our perceptions.
Impressions.
Interpretations.
Animations
drawn to life.
Breath by breath,
thought upon
thought.
So that we
might see.
Clearly.
Openly.
The dimensions
that await our
fifth eye, our
second sight.
The inclusive
universality
of life.
Our insight
bringing us
to our knees
where we
feel our
weight.
Our discomfort.
Our need for
balance.
Our need for
color other than
black or white,
none or
all.
Far
beyond
grey.
On our knees
again and again
so that we might divine
what is right in front
of our eyes:
ALL that is.
Construct
is a verb.
It is oft
used as
a noun.
A small
but significant
misdirection.
We are a
surrounding.
Spiraling round
a core we
cannot
fathom.
A rhythm
in perpetual
motion.
We can
see starlight
in this dark.
We cannot
see the infinitude
of these stars'
constant
motion.
Three norths
have converged
near the Jurassic
coast of England:
true, magnetic,
and grid north.
A perfect alignment.
A never before
coordination
of earth grid
coordinates,
in British
mapping
history.
Gaia lives.
Teaches.
Our compass
is not to be found
outside of us.
Our coherence
not to be met
out there.
No, it is
an internal
reckoning.
Fine hairs of
inner ears
tuned.
A twining
round of our
strands, so
frayed by
misuse.
We can
know we
are home,
wherever
we are.
All we need
do is feel for
its pulse.
It is written
in braille.
It lives in
the dark of
as yet, the
pupils of
synapse.
Ranges of
color held in
the buried
treasure
of our
imagining.
It is the
heartbeat
of the womb
of worlds.
The cradle
we rise
from...
anon.
∞/∞
Eve Moore ©2022
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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
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