My Jesus is Buddha

 

My Jesus is Buddha

He was crucified (I mean look at that lotus position, that thing hurts)

He was the King of the Jews (well, the king of the Jewboos.)

He was the son of God (which spelled backwards is Dog — does a dog have Buddha nature?)

He died for our sins (inability to concentrate on our breath for more than ten seconds?)

He was immaculately conceived (emptiness is clean as a whistle)

He was tempted by the devil (everything that is not the void)

He brought us salvation (meditation is over! Yay! I’m saved)

He turned water into wine (it’s called Fifth Precept, a blend of Cabernet and water — a hundred percent water and zero percent grape)

He was resurrected (by Allen Ginsberg and those guys around 1959)

Reincarnated (he’s currently the Dalai Lama)

He was a superstar (Sid-dhar-tha, Superstar, do you think you’re what Herman Hesse says you are?)

He’s inside me (what if God was one of us, just a slob like one of us)

His message is love (aw….)

Om