avigail

The story of a plastic bag and the universe.

 

I was watching from my room window, a plastic bag dancing in the wind waves.

It was far in my neighbor’s grass yard.

 

When I went out the door, few hours later, it was waiting for me at my home entrance.

Did I influence it in anyway just by watching and giving it attention?

 

What if could wear quantum glasses,

Would we be able to see that everything is connected?

Waves in various vibrations, and particles, streaming into each other in rainbow colors like a dynamic endless mosaic carpet?

 

Maybe  is it just our minds\' illusions that want to control and tell ourselves stories of triggers and effects.

As we strive to find significance and meaning with our limited consciousness?