Plastic Shopping Bags
You get white ones.
You get brown ones.
You get big ones.
You get little ones.
They hold the stuff that you bought.
The stuff you needed.
The stuff you wanted.
When you get home you empty the bags.
Sometimes you throw the bags away.
Sometimes you keep them.
Sometimes you reuse them.
Sometimes the bags get emptied right after you leave the store.
Now when you look out your window.
Or when you walk down the sidewalk.
Or when you drive down the street.
These plastic bags are everywhere.
They are in the gutters.
They are high up in the trees.
They are blowing around.
People think that they are ugly.
That they are a nuisance.
But let me tell you what I think.
These bags that are outside...
I like them.
I respect them.
You maybe want to know why?
Well here is why.
You see when people think things
and when the wish things
and when they say things
all these things got to go somewhere.
In the old days they would often just blow apart
Dissapate in the wind so to speak.
Pieces would get stuck here and there.
Maybe on a thorn bush.
Maybe on a cow pie in the prairie.
Well that still happens sometimes.
But now with modern society and all...
something else happens.
They get caught in these plastics bags.
At least for a little while.
There is some sort of electro-chemistry set thing going on.
You don't need to know the details.
Suffice it to say that there is a lot of interesting stuff in these bags that are floating around or stuck in trees.
I have found that the best stuff is up high in the trees.
But the bags in the gutters have some good stuff too.
A different quality for sure.
Depends what you are into.
The philosophical stuff is usually high up in the trees.
Or some place elevated.
I kind of lean toward the plastic bags that are in the gutter.
But that is just me.
Go out and find a plastic bag in the wild.
Not one in your drawer.
Walk up to it.
First examine and reflect upon the location where you found it.
Breath in the air around it.
Experience the sensuallity of it all.
Become one with it or at the very least a close friend.
Then carefully and I mean very carefully pick it up.
Do not spill the contents.
Do not shake it.
Now put the open bag close to your face.
Breath in the contents while pinching the bottom of the bag.
Empty all of the air.
Take it all in.
It is now part of you.
Later you can mentabolize it.
Do not disrespect the bag.
Do not throw it away.
Carefully roll it up.
It has been burdened with thoughts and passions.
Wrap it with some tape or twine if you are of the organic persuasion.
Then take it home and send it to a landfill for proper burial.
Please do not do what this one guy does.
He takes them home and tacks them to his wall as trophies.
That is disrespectful and also unhealthy.
I do approve of burning the bags.
I hope this has been of some help to you.