I was cleaning and making some order.
You know, wiping the floor, removing dust.
Then, I put my computer glasses on
And… oh my god…I did it again…
And then I turned on the light.
And… did it again…
And I was thinking what if I had microscopic glasses..
Oh my god… I would end up cleaning all day – (something I really don’t like to do…)
And then I was thinking, “what if i had quantum glasses…”
Oh that would be so cool!!
I would have stopped cleaning right away because I would be able to see mosaic dynamic waves of everything …
What a harmony…
So enough cleaning,
Lets write about it…
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Love this-- Thanks for your poetic perspective ~:)
thank u Night Owl 🙂
Thanks AVI ~ from a Scientific point of view we call it ENTROPY (disorder !) Because the Entropy of the Universe is increasing there will always be Muddled Bookcases ~ Chaotic Cutlery Drawers ~ Dusty Bedrooms and Untidy Gardens. As we grow up and acquire our own Flat or House we have to face ENTROPY (increasing disorder) and appreciate how much dusting ~ washing ~ ironing ~ tidying up after us our Mothers did every day ! However I find If I tolerate a soupcon of disorder (which is natural) life becomes much easier and less frenetic ~ OK Tidiness & obsessive Cleanliness Freaks drive me mad ~ BUT ~ I am a Food Hygiene Freak so everything is COVERED ~ FRIDGED ~ FROZEN ! Thanks for rattling my cage ! Love & Hugs (I've just had a shower so I smell like a Pine Tree) ~ BRIAN ~ the Microbe Hunter ! Please check my poem ~ Thanks B.
dear brother the name of the game is balance ... if you are obsessive cleaner... not good!!!
Entropy and order are in the view of the beholder.... its all a matter of attention and interpretation resolution in the situation...when you chase the little things, something may happen in the big things.. ha ha
Great poem. I should take it as a metaphor for my life....don't worry about the little things.
Fred.... balance ... remember the little things, are like ants carrying even tiniest things from here to there... they can eventually break a wall so do watch them from time to time.. balance between zooming in and zooming out - ha ha
Hee hee hee, any excuse to stop that cleaning chore - why do u think i write so much? Nice one.
thank you burning-embers
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