Zen Pizza

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A Yogi Walked into a Pizza Parlor…

 

What did the Yogi say when he walked into the Zen Pizza Parlor?

 

" Make me one with everything. "

 

When the Yogi got the pizza, he gave the proprietor a $20 bill. The

proprietor pocketed the bill. The Yogi said " Don't I get change? "

 

The proprietor said, " Change must come from within. "

 

 

And another one for free!

 

 

Pizza On Christmas Eve

 

I am sharpening my knife

Going round and round,

Back and forth.

The stone is deep and black

It has two sides,

One for coarse,

And one for fine.

My knife has a large flat blade,

It was made in China.

There are letters on it,

But I cannot read them.

Perhaps they say,

" Good cooking, "

Perhaps they say,

" I am One With Life. "

Now I am slicing the onions

Some of the top for Yin,

Some of the middle for Yang.

Yin and Yang together are one,

One life, One Infinite Existence.

Slicing goes smoothly,

The blade is sharp,

And together, the blade

And the onion create slices.

 

We are using Boboli for pizza,

The Boboli is round and flat

Like they used to describe the earth,

Round and flat,

Do not fall off, be careful.

The devil lives beneath the earth

They said that and believed it.

How foolish they were,

How foolish we still are,

Most of us.

 

I slice the sausage

It’s like fingers,

Cutting off the fingers,

Like at Abu Graib,

Like in the secret prisons,

Slicing off the fingers.

But in my kitchen,

No one screams,

Not like at Guantanamo,

In the dark secret rooms.

There are no secret rooms

In my kitchen,

Just the vegetables in

Colorful bowls,

Waiting their turn to be

Popped into the oven.

 

Not like in Germany,

Where is wasn’t pizza’s

They cooked.

The meat was Kosher,

And no one heard the screams

In the United States,

Where the radios played jazz,

And at the end of the year,

Most people said,

Merry Christmas.

 

Larry Epston

www.epston.com