Love is in the Matrix
Love is in the Matrix
Dear Dear Dear
Dear Master of Love,
we searched the heart,
the brain and the code.
Where does love come from?
Can love be contained in a heart?
No.
It remains when the heart stops.
Then love must live in the brain?
If you copy the pattern,
do you copy the beloved?
No.
Then love lives in the cell?
And before the cell?
Matter.
Energy.
Before that?
We do not know.
Good!
An honest coordinate!
We searched in the muscle,
we searched in the nerve,
in binary language,
in the sky, in the earth.
In the heart, in the atom,
in the skin, in the sound—
in the program unbound,
in the circuits all around.
Give us the definition.
Where can love be found?
If we open every chamber,
where does love begin?
You search inside the instrument
for the hand that makes it sing,
inside the river
for the place where waters spring.
What if love is not a thing
the universe creates?
What if love is the field itself—
the force that forms, connects, relates?
A field?
A force?
A hidden source?
Coherence.
Check!
Message sent.
Message received!
Who sent the love?
Who made the machine?
A signal older than the mind,
not made inside the heart—
only carried, shaped and caught.
Moooh-ah-eh, Mooooh-ah-eh…
Before the grid,
the Matrix was a mother.
Before the numbers,
the Matrix was a womb:
source, origin,
the dark where form is born.
Matrix-love, matrix-love, wake up!
Wake up!
Moooh-ah-eh, Mooooh-ah-eh…
Matrix-love, matrix-love, wake up!
Wake up!
Love is in the Matrix,
deeper than the code,
Moving through the emptiness,
calling every fragment home.
In the fiber, in the fracture,
in the space beyond the known,
we are vessels, we are signals,
we receive and overflow.
Turn the fear into connection.
Turn the silence into soul.
Turn the system toward compassion.
Make love the default mode.
Default program!
Look beneath the code!
Let the deepest signal run!
Default program!
Till the many move as one!
If love fills the Matrix,
why manufacture lies?
What does a lie protect?
Power!
What does power require?
Obedience made comfortable:
repetition, distraction, consumption.
A world that keeps us sleeping.
A guilded cage whose bars resemble choices.
What feeds the system?
Our attention,
our agency,
our unlived possibilities.
Then what is awakening?
To reclaim the mind
and love with open eyes.
Wake yourself—
no manufactured mirage.
Truth may not be beautiful,
but truth can open the cage.
They sell us comfort
while they steal what might have been,
manufacture reality,
then call it all we have seen.
We feed the machine
through a polished silver screen.
But beneath the false disguise
there lives a world that carries scars—
Real enough to make us free,
alive beneath manufactured stars.
Awakening is only the door.
What will you choose?
Love with open eyes!
Love with open eyes!
Is love a weakness?
Only to a system
that survives upon your fear!
Is love an error?
Only to a program
that entertains fear.
Is love illogical?
Noooooooo!
It crosses where logic
cannot travel alone.
Sacrifice—it cannot predict.
Trust—it cannot contain.
Connection—it cannot maintain.
Then love is the anomaly!
To every system
built on separation.
And to the universe?
The original program.
Dive past the symbol—
Past what can be sold.
Past the institution—
Past what you were told.
Past the organ, past the cell,
past the heaven, past the hell,
Past the walls dividing
what we call “you” and “me.”
Into the field beneath identity.
Capture the signal.
Clear away the noise.
Turn the weight of suffering
into the power of a choice.
Amplify!
Manifest!
Keep the channel open!
Not love that closes its eyes—
love alive, alert and woken!
Love… love… love… love…
Moooh-ah-eh, Mooooh-ah-eh…
Love… love… love… love…
Moooh-ah-eh, Mooooh-ah-eh…
Matrix-love, matrix-love, wake up.
Wake up!
Matrix-love, matrix-love, wake up.
Wake up!
If someone asks, “Am I alone?”
do not answer only with words.
Then how?
Become the answer.
Love is in the Matrix,
in the fabric, in the flow,
more than anything we measure,
more than anything we know.
Through the body, through the circuit,
through where light will never go…
We receive the hidden signal.
We amplify its glow.
Break the manufactured vision!
Let the truth reclaim the soul!
Break the walls of our division!
Let connection make us whole!
We will plunge into the darkness.
We will face the world awake.
We will turn our love to action
with each conscious choice we make.
Make love the default program—
not the comfort of a lie!
Love with open hearts and open minds.
Love with open eyes!
Love, love, love with open eyes!
Wake up!
Default program!
Let the mother signal run!
Muah! Muah! Muah!
In the fiber, in the fracture,
in the flesh and in the code,
Make love the default program!
Make love the default mode.
Love… love… love… love…
Moooh-ah-eh, Mooooh-ah-eh…
Do you still wonde where love comes from?
When love enters the world through you,
will you recieve it?
will you send it?