Revelations in a Paper Bag Hat

Crown of crumpled wisdom
Perched upon the pineal throne
While sacred grocery receipts
Whisper cosmic secrets
In static electricity tongues

Fnord! The hat speaks truth!
Through corrugated consciousness
Through recycled enlightenment
Through paper-thin reality
That folds into origami gods

Five folds make a prophet
Twenty-three creases birth wisdom
While Eris dances in the aisles
Of convenience store nirvana
Selling enlightenment for pocket change

Behold! The grand revelation:
Everything is temporary
Especially permanent things
And paper bag prophets
See clearer than crystal balls

The Oracle of Produce speaks:
“In brown paper wisdom
Lies the truth of packaging
All contents may settle during
Metaphysical shipping and handling”

Hail Discord! The bag says:
Your thoughts are recyclable
Your wisdom biodegradable
Your reality sustainable
If you remember to compost your certainties

Remember:
The holiest of headwear
Comes with handles
For carrying truth
From store to store
Through rain and doubt

Pope Bag the Enlightened declares:
“The universe fits neatly
In paper bag philosophy
Just don’t ask for plastic
When dealing with infinity”

Kallisti!
To the most beautiful
Container of chaos
That sits upon the head
Of the wisely foolish

Sacred sandwich wrappings
Transform to scrolls of truth
While drive-thru prophets
Serve enlightenment
With side orders of fries

Five points of wisdom:
1. The bag is empty
2. The bag is full
3. The bag is neither
4. The bag is both
5. The bag is laughing

23 skidoo!
Through automatic doors
Of perception
Where every shopping trip
Is a hero’s journey

All hail the paper crown!
That proves divinity
Requires no gold
Only folded insights
And stapled revelations

The Law of Bags states:
Everything fits
Nothing is contained
All is carried
Nothing is held

Hail Eris!
In wrinkled wisdom
In creased consciousness
In bagged reality
We trust