Must be The Matrix…..

Binary/Two/Paired/Duet

Tree’s leaves weave numbers
travelling through a lone bird’s 
bill releasing sweet trills which 
arouse our sacred slumber.
Aqua, water, hydro-flow
cleave your numbers, H2O
on tidal waves we
row and row and row.

Now, gaze into it ~
your canoe shudders through it….
numbers, all those billions of
numbers, still slumbering sound.
If all and all reduces 
to one, or zero,
or both ~ remember
numbers cannot run
but CAN bequeath us
Run’s Code: leg up.

Intense, its gesture slowed to
paper and pen and
bold strokes of a brush
flushed with exertion.
Grave, this assertion of the
Binary Code as
its Binary Vapor births ~
the Digitized Soul?

God surely thinks in numbers,
in zeroes and ones:
math-e-mat-i-cal heroes
and Prodigal Sons
or Daughters returning to
sow, where races can’t be won
and nothing can grow.

Only God knows what
efforts we make to
create our numerical
lives, thus, embracing our Fates.
But numbers can’t lie ~
no, they cannot spin a tale
so, yes, in the end
whether feather or whale
only Energy matters ~
(and all Matter is THAT)
though, doesn’t matter THAT much
‘cause those beautiful numbers
can’t respond to our sight, smell
or touch. Can’t respond to our
Breath ~ to your whisper
until they construct
sweet roses or rivers or
sweet grasses and such….





by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 6-30-2018/3-14-19/7-30-2020 for PFM