Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

a battle of all beings for all beings has started

 

I kiss my mortality – it is an eternal immortality

 

rose of blaze

 

blazing rose

 

if I’d known in my youth that I will be so alone

in my life I probably wouldn’t dared to go this way

 

that way I neither wanted nor I cloud have went

 

if I didn’t go this way I would have barely existed or I would have killed myself

 

thank God I went this way

 

I am alone so as to really be with somebody

 

I am alone so as to really be with everybody

 

I am alone because all beings are alone

 

only when a being is alone a being is with all beings

 

alone is everything

 

why don’t you learn how to make medicinal tinctures

 

I’m walking the planet – I’m circling in the heart of all beings

 

ocean of loneliness – ocean of permeating

 

kings are disgusting – presidents are boring

said the king of all kings to the president of all presidents

 

kings are killers – presidents are mass killers

said the king of a king to the president of a president

 

by walking loneliness turns into the bud

 

by walking and writing loneliness turns into the Bud of All Beings

 

oh how this yellow butterfly rejoiced me

 

one can’t know everything but one can love everything

 

knowing is lesser than loving

 

I am precedes everything and creates everything

 

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I didn’t see the yellow butterfly

 

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I don’t feel all beings

 

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I don’t live for You even though

You are not around

 

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if there weren’t those

who are alone and who bared it and are enlarging love of all beings

 

mother instinct of alone ones is the instinct for all beings

and not for the one’s own beings

 

alone ones are not at war – they don’t steal nor kill

 

alone ones don’t write history – alone ones are dancing and singing

 

loneliness is disappearing with merging of the couple or togetherness of all beings

 

merging of two people lasts briefly and togetherness of all beings doesn’t exist yet

 

 

there are twenty three million people in this world who live like sex slaves

 

warm and sunny day. I’ve been thinking for already an hour about violence

and evil that are done to sex slaves. I thought of this and that and in the

moment when I asked myself what could I do now for them I caught

the sight of this tree and I felt that’s that what I should have done

 

to look at and take the photo of the tree that is saving white slaves

 

actually because there is nothing cleaner more noble and innocent

in this world than sex – sex is abused the most

 

seventy percent of biological life is based on sex

seventy percent of business comes from sex

 

birth – sex – death

 

I threw a ball into the air 33 times so as there was no abuse of birth sex and death

in order to turn seventy percent of business that comes from sex into the life for all beings

 

birth gives birth to illusions as well

 

sex is being manipulated and traded with

 

death is being threatened with as well as it’s been used for making life senseless

 

the smell of the grass agrees with me – it liberates me from feeling guilty

for 23 million people who are now molested through sexual violence

 

that girl who is running really slow has reminded me of the art of slow running

 

yesterday and today I have been collecting little stones for the cactus

 

I’m getting old

 

every day I notice how I’m getting old

 

getting old is unknown to me

 

it is unknown to me as any period of life was unknown

 

it is unknown to me like life after death is unknown

 

will I go around the Planet in ten years

 

will I be creating Bud of All Beings every day

 

will I be the Art of Miroslav Mandic every moment

 

I skip for the success of all beings

 

I skip for Your success

 

I skip for success of the Eternal Art of Miroslav Mandic

 

since I have sixty years of experience in unknown

it would be good to use it for getting old as well

and to create while getting old what can

only be sung while getting old

 

the art of getting old is creating immortality

 

just

art

 

just

poem

 

I have to admit that I couldn’t grasp from the site what are you doing now

a friend who I met by chance in the end of today’s walking told me

 

will you catch it

I asked eight year old boy and threw him the ball

 

he caught it with smile. my hero and first

unknown person in the Bud who I threw the ball to

 

today is 1881^st day of Miroslav Mandic book and pedometer

showed me that I have walked 18881 step today

 

hey beauty of numbers – goodness of unknown – hey boy hero – one and only love – we are one

 

 

the moment I started to go I was filled with joy from big boots

 

I’m going to see the yellow colour that I saw by chance yesterday

 

is it somebody’s art work or was the railroad house painted in it just like that

 

I’m going to see that yellow since it seemed to me

as the most important thing that can be done today in this world

 

most important since it is unimportant

 

unimportance is important because it’s not corrupted

 

everything that is important is invalid because it’s corrupted

 

science will be celebrated only when it starts being engaged in the unimportant

 

towards yellow

 

maybe it is some important art work but I don’t know that

 

for me that yellow is a great art work

 

whenever something is expensive it is corrupted and

therefore it can’t be a great art work no matter how much

the corrupted ones have been declaring it as such

 

I’m taking one metre long steps in order that none of my

thoughts would be judgement or condemnation but free thought

 

when I say that there is much more music in yellow of

the railroad house than in the city philharmonics I didn’t say anything

bad about the philharmonics but I said good about the yellow

 

when I say that everything important is corrupted and unimportant

uncorrupted I’m not accusing important but celebrate unimportant

 

I create eternal art for all beings and that means also

for philharmonics and science and corrupted beings

 

11:10am

two more kilometres to the yellow

 

yellow is only half way up. the upper half is some gray-white colour

 

yellow is spattered from the cars that are passing by

and that’s how it’s even more beautiful that yellow

 

I forgot about everything and I just walked – that was in glory of yellow

 

Bud of All Beings is the struggle of all beings for all beings

 

I believe that human beings as well are living for

all beings and that’s why I believe that human beings have

the need to free themselves from human restraints and society

 

Bud of All Beings is setting free human beings from human

society that enslaves them so as they would enslave other beings

 

freedom is love for all beings and not only for some beings

 

love for all beings is not destroying but just kisses all beings

 

I’m on Sava. spring waters are carrying everything in front of it

 

I’m going to see the yellow and tomorrow I will come to see

this grass mixed with moss

 

river say to everybody that I’m going to see the yellow colour on the railroad house

I said quietly to river Sava

 

I lifted up three little stones the size of a thumb

nail. richness – from today I will be gathering stones

 

I’m heading to see the yellow and I’m immensely enjoying this rain by the river

 

here it is – here I am. yellow is yellowing and confirming itself

even in this greyness of the rain

6.96 km to the yellow. I made 36 photos of the yellow

 

in the end one man approached me and drove me away because I’m not

allowed to take photos of yellow. I told him thank you and he told me

thank you is worth nothing

 

cactus – happiness of all beings

I said to cactus when I got into the Nest

 

 

today I’ll go to see the grass mixed with moss

 

it’s on the docks

 

grown around some metal bar

 

I haven’t even drank one sip of coffee and I’m already thinking of the grass and moss

 

walking towards the sun

 

it’s bitter. strong and gentle. first sip. of nescafe

 

I’m finishing the drawing of the Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

 

sun is shining

 

while I was drawing little circles on the drawing I was thinking with excitement

about the sentence sun is shining

 

it’s raining. wind is blowing. it’s snowing. sun is shining

 

what is shining and how the sun shines

 

sun is shining

 

wow how sun is shining is nicely said sentence

 

I’m watching the day through the window

 

it shines

 

light is still young and it smells of morning

 

sun is shining hey

 

life shines

 

God shines

 

I shines

I shines in the word sh-I-nes

 

shines the word shines

 

by shining of the sun every word shines

 

shining sowing

(in Serbian very similar: “sijanje” “sejanje”)

 

ing – God’s light

 

light is the body of all beings

 

light is the food and love of all beings

 

light is home – homeland of all beings

 

light – road that I will take to the grass and moss

 

they are cutting the plane trees

 

when a feeling of pleasure permeates me

that’s some good being somewhere caresses all beings

 

here are first snowdrops on the street. a lot of hearts

trembles when first snowdrops appear in town

 

may God give you to always have and always give

an old woman told me in Svetogorska street

 

I’m caressing grass and moss

 

 

if there was no God I wouldn’t be a poet

 

fawn

 

doe

 

countless sexes of the one and only love

 

countless loves of the one and only sex

 

everything lives just from Your love

 

your

breath

my

breath

one

breath

 

I am a body of all metaphors

 

who dares doesn’t judge

 

melancholy of birth giving gives birth to the eternal melancholy

 

joy of the creation creates the eternal joy

 

nonviolence is the one and only love

 

I’m outside – I sing through God – air

 

I am peace of all beings in my heart

 

it’s raining – sun is not shining – sun is shining

 

the best one is fighting on the side of the winners just until they win

 

the best ones are on the side of the winners after the win

 

the best one liberates people from tyranny and criminal of the best ones

dedicated to Vladimir Macura

 

cut plane trees – horrible sight – apocalypse

 

everyone who feels every moment that many beings

are experiencing apocalypse will save all beings from apocalypse

 

little sister – joyful tears

 

the best one is admiring the best one

for best ones it goes without saying that others admire them

 

only the lone one kisses everything

 

if couple don’t transform into one they kiss just halves

 

through thinking everything – everything is and sings

through thinking everything – everything thinks and kisses me

through thinking everything – I’m kissing the thought that thinks everything

 

this is the blessing in which like in every poem one can take out word by word

until you come to your word from which you will live with all beings

always and forever

 

love love love I cheer You

I spoke out while I was drawing Good Walker

 

I’m going back through the Boulevard. again deterrent sounds of a saw and

horrible sights of massacre

 

in my heart I’m sawing the seed of all beings

in my mind I’m sawing the seed of not yet created beings

 

only

from

nothing

everything

 

by

the

same

poem

first

time

 

by

the

same

poem

again

 

by

the

same

poem

god

 

if I wasn’t a poet I wouldn’t have been God