Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

tears are running down my face

I love-kiss You Beate Niman

consciousness of conscience

conscience of consciousness

adrenalin of goodness

a

secret

of

poem

is

within

one

and

only

breath

of

love

in

each

being

practicing the other cheek is the only martial art

I rejoice You even though You don’t exist yet

I rejoice You only when You are here

here

path

I’m traveling You path

You’re traveling me rose

I just thought I’ll tattoo a path and a rose on Your body dear God

a picture of a path underneath which is written rose

a picture of a rose underneath which is written path

I’m just a game of all beings

I’m playing on my own

pulsating with one and only heart

I love everyone who loves heart

I love everyone who loves brain

I love everyone who loves pussy

I love everyone who loves cock

yesterday it opened up to me that

word I is the name of God

pronoun I is the pronoun that is used by people who are talking just about themselves

sometimes I feel as I don’t have wings

tears feel like they should keep on pouring

I’m flying through tears

tears are pouring more tears

I love-kiss You Lazar Risar

wow how Your heart is good

wow how Your heart is beautiful

Beate

Lazar

I AM I OF EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING

The life of the world goes on by somebody's will – somebody is doing some kind of

work with the life of this world and with our lives. In order to have the hope of

understanding the meaning of this will, it is first of all necessary to fulfil it,

to do that which is wanted of us

Leo Tolstoy

I’m excited by somebody’s will which is doing some kind of work

I’m imagining and surrendering to that miraculous work

if You touch Your nose then we did the same thing in joy of all beings within that work

grace

with violins

grace

with street corners

grace

with horse’s neighing

sometimes my writing is nothing else but neighing

continuation of our conversations on the corner

violin-like between the fingers

I’m thirsty of You my male-friend

I’m yearning for You my female-friend

I love You more and more with all Your faults and I’m

more and more against each and every one of them

only the soul and goodness of a loyal whore can save You from Yourself

every group accepts with deepest respect somebody who admits

the evil deeds that members of their group committed

it’s not too clear the way I wrote this but everything is so clear that it can’t be clearer

every group in most horrible way condemns as a traitor everyone

who admits the evil deed that they themselves have committed

evil deeds are done by our mothers and fathers and their mothers and fathers

we are doing evil as well as they are because we are hiding evil done by our mothers

and fathers and on top of that we are obliging our kids to hide our evil

through all beings both ours and theirs are gone and the

goodness of one and only being permeates all beings

sex is surrendering ourselves to the other

love is surrendering ourselves to everybody and everything

I all beings

I of the knee-kneel-down

I joy of a soul

I You

with the word I I sing the pronoun I in every being

I am Your I. You are Your I

pretentiousness is sometimes the only unpretentiousness

I am I of everybody and everything

unpretentiousness is sometimes the only pretentiousness

I of the radiance

modesty is sometimes the only radiance

I of the modesty

radiance is sometimes the only modesty

admirations. prayings. redemptions

confessions. identifications

making-god-like

friendships. recognitions. fuckings. wholeings

tendernesses. carefullnesses. patiences

musics. readings. lonelinesses. agreeings

loyalties. perseverances

receivings. givings. thankings

solidarities. compassions. making decisions. carrying on

singings

dancings

path

rose

becoming-more-beautiful. approvals

emotions. obediences

creations. revelations

approvings. being-more-beautiful

simplicities. repetitions

reductions. enlargements

enthusiasms. tranquillities. calmnesses

circlings. interweavings

walkings. budding

bowings

face

to all beings

breathings. harmonisations

considerations. immortalities

vowings. overcomings

beings. joys. transformations. becomings

one. resurrections

truths. freedoms. courages. weaknesses

writings. drawings. photographings. silencings. speakings. sightings

I

I’m going

vastness

just words

nobody

goodness of beauty

all beings

a horse in a mare

loyalty of the heart

sameness of the mind

word after word

balance

I am every word that I write

life of all beings

love for every being

mathematics of the specific

music of the abstract

film of the words

film

of

the

poem

beauty of goodness

one is the fucking

one the wedding

Angelus Silesius

happily

don’t pander yourself my son

I’m looking at you my words you’re beautiful like roses

I’m looking at you my words you’re good like a path

I enjoy watching you appearing before my eyes

mystics of creation

mambo of hips

joy for writing the way I do

gratitude because I can’t write differently

simply

God

revolt against women

a sudden one

revolt through love

revolt through refinement and non-hurting

Miroslav Mandic Revolt against women is dedicated to You my wife and

to all women who were created through beauty and fertilized with God’s nobleness

Miroslav Mandic Revolt doesn’t hurt a single

woman it rather encourages for beauty and nobleness

I never met a woman who revolted against female culture

I know only two men who revolted against male culture

when I was sixteen I revolted against male killings

and crimes that are celebrated through myths and schools

men are killing each other. women are stultifying each other

I spent whole life being compassionate towards women

now I’m disgusted with all of that because a lot of times I felt women insensitivity

primarily towards their partners which they are

insidiously crazily and to extinction fighting with for domination

women are unbearable with their seduction and

inability to open up and let everything into themselves

they are egotistical to nothingness

by abolishing their sexuality they are in constant incestuous connection with

their children not allowing them to brake off from them and conveying all sin onto them

men are cheating on women with their property and weapons

women are cheating men with their motherhood and children

men are dominating over women with their heroisms and systems

women are dominating over men with their sacrifices and chaos’s

men are celebrating killings and they rule through them

women are dazed with motherhood and they rule through it

of course

as long as there is property women are entitled to the half of it like with all other things and

of course a woman in existing system is exposed to male violence and that is unforgivable

my woman join me – all women join me

this is non-violent revolt against women and female culture

be-whole

all women revolt against women and female culture

all men revolt against men and male culture

remaining-whole

all women revolt against men and male culture

all men revolt against women and female culture

be-whole-and-healed

women look up to those rare women

love-kiss each other

to Penelope. Mother of God. Rabia. Mother Theresa. Emily Dickinson. Gertrude Stein

Nadezhda Mandelstam. Simone Weil. Billie Holiday. Isidora Sekulic. Amy Winehouse…

my beloved ones I’m loyal to you and I love-kiss you

nor female nor male but a child

not even a child but all younglings

not even all younglings but each being

not even each being but all beings

not even all beings but You

not even You but I

not even I but God

bud

two women have told me that they have also revolted against women

five people have supported me in revolt against women – therefore

I announce the revolt finished so that it wouldn’t end up winning and being triumphant

I’m guarding sanctity through the sanctity of humour

only

fragility

everything

only everything is everything the rest is pain

all or nothing

because of the trepidation of light and fear from nothingness one chooses mediocrity

mediocrity or nothing

because of the unbearable mediocrity and fear from nothingness one gets into misery

misery or nothing

because of the fear from nothingness one remains in misery

by rejecting everything human progress ended up in misery

You don’t have a problem with others You have a problem with me

You don’t have a problem with me You have a problem yourself

with me You have splendours that You don’t foster nor live and

hence the problems that You have with me and with yourself and with others

my beloved-man nothing in this world is mine because all of it is me

my beloved-female when I address somebody with my I’m talking

about the quality and sameness and not about taking hold of and affiliation

my particles you are my pigeons

my cells you are my doves

my vibrations you are my lullabies

my light You are my lamb

my walkings you are my swallows

my faces you are my grasses

my pussies you are my snails

my cocks you are my sparrows

my theories you are my clouds

my tiny one You are my big one

my big one You are my tiny one

my soft-speaking You are my cognition

my cognition You are my arch-confidence

my arch-confidence You are my resurrection

I’m happy when the beauty of a poem makes me cry

all poems are hymns

the climax of walking are silence and dancing – this is what I would go on for days

the climax of creativity are love-kissings and fuckings

– this is what I would go on for years

the climax of singing is becoming the same

– this is what I would go on for days

one two three – let’s go again

fragile

ten years ago on this day of 8^th November 2001 I finished the Rose of Wandering

I was walking for ten years

I was drawing for ten years

I was writing for ten years

I was building the bridge between millenniums for ten years

I was creating the Blue Rose in the Universe for ten years

I walked around the planet Earth and carried on walking through the Universe

Universe became the measure of my steps

love became the quality of my breath ins

creation is transformation

singing is identifying with

by now all of that was finished. I felt as if I have taken

off a great mountain of my shoulders that I was carrying all the time

Nada Petronijevic-Covic was forty four at the time

Nada was the only one who was at the beginning and at the end of the Rose of Wandering

imagine pleasure in my chest

that is you Miroslav in my chest

you say

light is bending down

I enjoy immensely in Your cleverness that nobody notices

I enjoy immensely in Your defeats which are only affirming You

have ever been thinking the way the female elephant does

have you ever come like a Universe

have you ever fucked with coming winter

have you ever been opening a book as you were opening your heart

have you ever doubting yourself exchanged for the faith in the other

have you ever in the tail of your spine felt heaven

have you ever experienced that You are William Blake

have you ever followed me in heights

have you ever supported me in taking off

have you ever asked me everything that You cannot even ask at all or Yourself

I have finished the Rose of Wandering with 82.025.168 steps or 62.339 kilometres

today I’m on the 7522^nd kilometre of the Bud of Walking. one completely different walking

on the Rose right Achilles tendon was hurting me. on the Bud left as well as the left heel

I took the photo of the first and last Grass on the Rose and

I will put them on the site. I also took the photo of my face on the

first and the last day of the Rose of Wandering and I will put them on the site

for few months now the programme for the site has been making problems and that exhausts me and makes me powerless

ten years ago it was also sunny and warm day like this one

I can’t put the photo of my face ten years ago on the link Face on which

through everyday photos of my face I’m singing the walking of the Bud of Walking

it’s Your glory God

twenty years ago on this day of 9^th November 1991 I started the Rose of Wandering

Nada Petronijevic-Covic was thirty four

everything was scary possible

Atlantic Ocean in front of me

nobody was preventing me from swimming it across

and I flew over it

never until then was I so small in front of something so big

that’s now in my bones

nothing ever depended so much from me and I was the only possible answer to that

becoming a path on the road

becoming a rose through wandering

blue rose of the Universe

after the first step which took me to the ten year long wandering I burst into tears

a flock of geese flew over me

there was no return

during the preparations for the ten year long walking I was

calling the Rose of Wandering by the name Wandering Through Europe

the idea for the Wandering Through Europe was born on 10^th October 1988 in Tubingen

one year later on 9^th November 1989 Berlin Wall came down

I don’t remember if I already knew it and then forgot about it or I found out

today that the Berlin Wall came down also on 9^th November nonetheless I set out

from London on 9^th November 1991 on ten year long walking as I went to jail for a year

in Sremska Mitrovica on 9^th November 1972. that day as well thirty nine years ago

was same sunny day like it was twenty years ago when I set out on ten year

walking. sunny like today as well when I’m writing about all of that

I wanted to begin the ten year walking before January 1992 when the

European Union was supposed to start forming and I wanted to create a

sanctuary over Europe with my steps. I wanted to affirm boundlessness of space and

timelessness of time. I decided that the first step of the ten year long walking

will be on 9^th November 1991. latter on the forming of European Union was

postponed since not all the conditions were created and I set out

without any conditions

in Days of My Life I proclaimed 9^th November the Day of All Beings

lights and joys of wandering

for Rose of Wandering in 200… 2000… 20000 years…

sun wanders to this very day

for every moment. every point. every being

Bud of Sameness

finished book of Rose of Wandering for the book Miroslav Mandic which I’m currently writing

Bud God

Bud of All Beings

Bud of Art Every Day

Bud God-Sex-Money

Bud Nest

Bud Universe

Bud Walking

finished walking of the Rose of Wandering for the walking of the Bud of Walking which I’m currently walking

today new Berlin Walls are being torn down

light buds through love

alone for everything

You-I and I-You

singing-You

creating-You

walking-You

love-kissing-You

making-You-immortal

making-You-God-like

love is alive

life is immortal

singing is creating is walking

sing me creation

create me walking

walk me budding

thirty years ago on this day on 10^th November 1981 I was thirty two

in the book I am You are Him which was still in manuscript at the time I wrote

I am a glass of vine, a book page, a child’s kiss, a gram of heroin,

municipality authorities, vestibule of vagina, foundation of a new house. Reasons

it was two hundred and thirty fifth day since I started writing I am…

I lived within the discovery of I and I was singing

it is beauty that I was discovering in everything

I of spring

I of cold night air

I of the swallows in the air

I of the morning shadows

everybody’s I was setting me free from my I and was filling me with beauty of

any I. identifications with anybody’s I was making me both being sung or poet of I

I was singing

me the spoon in the compote of quince

I embarrassment in writing

I the iris

I yearn for fucking

I bud

I didn’t know anything nor I could have nor I should have known about

the Rose of Wandering

Bud of Walking

Miroslav Mandic

Vera Varady who just sent me these words

from that how somebody who you just briefly looked at

while passing by them beholds the world, from his or her blessing or

benevolence everything depends on. you see their look and you are in the other place.

I didn’t know yet. I will meet her a year later and she will be during these almost thirty

years my most steady friend

on the last Leave for 10^th November 1981 from the

painting Leaves – Tree of Life I wrote black on white like day and night

I loved more and more the very simplicity

simplicity in everything and simplicity

after the jaundice that I had in April that year fears from death

began that were in some moments driving me insane and annul me

living sometimes isn’t anything else but just surviving. celebrating the life

itself. but let me go back to the I and art of I that I discovered and that opened up to me

that mathematical ecstasy through writing

through which I lived thirty years ago and which was happening parallel

to the fears of death through which my I was dying and God’s I was getting born

one and only I through which I’m singing and to which I’m singing for thirty years now

through everyday repetition and with the repetition of the everyday

singing through writing

Miroslav Mandic Writing

may it never stop with singing

we’ll carry on – all beings are singing to me

forty years ago on this day on 11^th November 1971 I was twenty two

I was disgusted with army since I was sixteen. now I was in it

today I’m sixty two and I can just confirm that everything connected to army is evil

it’s sad how human males are engaged in such miserable ideals like killing

I admire anyone who transforms and from war within him or herself makes paradise in the other

killing slows down the development of brain

of the male who are fertilizing their females like killers

males transform yourselves and create a world without killings and enemies with your courage

army enslaves and rules the man

army or shopping it’s the same

I experienced paranoia for the first time

it was in the air

I could touch it

I was in the cage

I was a bullet that kills

a target for shooting

I didn’t know anything at the time nor I could nor should have known about

the jail I went to in a year and a half

ten year works that were waiting for me to obey them

obedience as the peak of creativity

the book I am You are Him which was waiting for me ten years later

pussy love You were nowhere around

I was exposed

youth has ended

it was killed

I was left only with life

in couple of months the power of life in February kisses has regenerated me

that’s when I started loving buds

my brain has budded in my heart

let’s dance forever

a boy within me has survived and saved my Godly sex that they were killing

we are singing

tonight as well I am bowing to that boy

tonight as well I am praying with that very same sex

with the sex of innocence I have survived

through the innocence of sex I am eternal

tonight me the twenty two year old am walking

towards the tomorrow’s twelve year old one

towards

you

wife

sister

daughter

mother

whore

female-friend

of

mine

always

and

forever

fifty years ago on this day on 12^th November 1961 I was twelve

I didn’t know back then that in two years I will have my

first kiss with Oljenka and that eight years later Ljubica will die

I knew we are poor but I felt free

I’m coming to You world – that’s how I was growing up

child people

little boy of goodness

boy of life joys

I was becoming more and more myself

all sorrows and joys were in my glands and sperm

that was accumulating and getting ready to rush out of me

like the blood of girls that was at that time beginning to flow out of them

I was surviving for three years Milomir’s death

because of which I thought I was going to die as well

I survived – sex won over death – the sex of wonder of life itself

sex towards older women

I am twelve this afternoon as well and You are thirty three my beloved

physical ecstasy of the surge of life was unstoppable

running running running

football football football

standing long jump

listening the radio. cinema. reading books

I don’t remember what happened on 12^th November 1961

but I know that in twenty days our saint day was coming

new fustian shirt

indescribable celebration of light

with each cell within me I was rejoicing every cell in the Universe

I’m loyal to every being through sex

there is no fucking with childhood and boyhood

everything that exists was me

That Is Me Love Is My Name

all-cinema

while I’m writing about that twelve year old boy

as if I’m writing about this sixty two year old one

come

same

my selfishness throughout all these years was complete surrendering to You

the one who knows me will know what I am talking about

my song throughout all these years is singing for You every moment my friend

who love-kisses me knows who am I singing about

ouch

I enjoy writing innocence

innocence love-kisses moment

moment sings innocence

eternity

You say

I spoke a lot of words on Saturday and Sunday

I believe good words

my speech has opened up

it was speaking me

God

through God

it made me tired

and now my web-site is not working

Iran

Romania

lead me my words

to Ethiopia

everything in each heart

to achieve

friendship

companionship of love

of one

and only

love

when the seed of chestnut flies

when You don’t understand anything but You believe me more and more

when You don’t understand even that

You don’t understand a thing but You love me forever

if my grandpa would sing now I would be listening

to him with my mouth open but when I was a kid I would giggle

these are Your words but don’t think that it is You and that this is about You

speeded up will while celebrating makes people love each other

the renunciation does not take. the renunciation gives

it gives the inexhaustible power of the Simple

Heidegger

and tonight I need to the most important – to testify the modesty – modesty

get into it a bit

through sieving

sieve me light

only shyness liberates from false shyness

only innocence liberates from shyness

my heart hurts a little bit

I jolted myself

potatoes carrot sunflower oil ajvar and brad in two

when I love You I love You as well

when I love anybody I love You as well

wen I love everything I love You as well

only when I love You I love You as well

only when I love everything I love You as well

only when I love You I love everything as well

only when I love I write that I love

writing is love

everyday love everyday writing

with my writing You can

wash Your face

kiss

fuck

earn

be compassionate

be a violet

be a fellowship of love

swim in confidence

start loving the rivalry

confess

redeem

bow down to an enemy

tattoo Miroslav Mandic name on Your body

I did – You say

lead Yourself towards Yourself

repeat

bud

quiver

come

identify with

adore

be-God-like

sleep

in the morning wash Your face and all over again

the female always overcomes the male by tranquility

Lao Tzu in 61^st Chapter

why did the ancients highly value this Tao?

did they not say – those who seek shall have it and those who sin shall be freed?

Lao Tzu in 62^nd Chapter

just to write today as well something simple and easy

morning-like

with-washed-face

through music

just like that

just simple as that

through the spine

in the belly

through harmony

through doodling

through the house in my knees

through being silent

through refinement

through the sand carried by the river

through the walked sea shore

through Charles Mingus

through the theory of theories

through contemplation

through great whales

through ocean depths in the heart

through the law of all-love

everything is the husband to everybody

everybody is the wife of everything

through long walking

through the beans after walking

through nails over the skin of music

through musical fucking

through the smell of tranquillity

through agreeing in serenity

through enjoying the happiness of all beings

through satisfaction in every being

plainest immortality of all beings now

thanks to Mirjana Lukic I was yesterday at the doctor’s

Vera Uzelac on braking up the calcaneus with sound waves

therapy was done by nurse Ljiljana. when she would reach

the thorn in the heel it would hurt but nurse’s care and carefulness were pleasant

doctor advised five therapies

during those two weeks I shouldn’t be walking

I will surrender to the life in the Nest

It would be wonderful if both thorn and pain in the heel would disappear

almost a year now I’m walking with the pain

I’m thinking of the children who are not talking of but suffering the pain

I’m thinking of the animals with pains

of plants in pain

I will be taking a photo of the face of the walking in the Nest during the therapy

on the Bud link I will be putting the photo of the Blue Rose for that day

patience is heroism

grace is refinement

I love You God

I went just to the market

I bought bread potatoes carrot celery cayenne pepper

I’m thinking of tender skin of grandmas

who are kneading the sourdough for big airy donuts

their skin is just so soft

a being just yearns to satisfy the other being

trees just grow high

cold air and decomposing autumn leaves just smell so good

although trees are not growing to the sky they are heavenly

the one who loves is not alone

who knows too much doesn’t love

the one who winks will feel exactly what he or she yearns for

the one who rings a bell in his or her heart will experience the sameness of all beings

the one who imagines how all over his or her brain gyri curves the whisper

I love-kiss I love-kiss You he or she will know that they became the home to all beings

the one who touches his or her knees they will feel the knees

hey what an experience

I fell in love

I fell in love with You my sunflower seed oil because I cannot

stop being astonished by the beauty of sunflower from which You originate

this is the reminder of the idea about the three lunches

these are the words of today’s last blessing

the one who loves is not alone

the one who is alone loves the most

nakedness of beauty surrenders to the goodness of nakedness

whoever saw me naked knows how much I surrender to the theory

to the medium of theory – to the mental observation

to the body of theory – to tranquillity

to the gaze of theory – to leniency

to the technology of theory – to barefootedness

to the biology of theory – to immortality

to the politics of theory – to the free of charge

to the event of theory – to the efflux

to the architecture of theory – to the small poem

to the textuality of theory – to the leap into the text

to the screen of theory – to the ethical surrendering

nakedness of goodness is loyal to the beauty of nakedness

whoever saw me naked knows how much I love the theory of surrendering

obedience

get up – I get up

shave. wash your hair. take a shower… 

…I shaved. I washed my hair. I took a shower

I drew the Blue Rose

recorded the Blue Film

took a photo of the Face of the Walking

took a photo of the drawing of the Blue Rose

in one hour I will go to the second therapy of the painful heel

Violeta will be walking instead of me all of these days during the therapy

the theory of walking I’m applying while walking

the walking of the theory I’m applying in the theory

the theory of theory I live through the life

I live life observing the theory

theory – experience of being silent

theory – love through acceptance

silence of the experience – accepting the love

few days ago I thought that the notion of

energy should be exchanged for the notion goodness

not the energy of the wind but the goodness of the wind

not electric energy but the electric goodness

not sexual energy but sexual goodness

not used energy but used goodness

silent brightness

tender vehemence

every moment is God’s glory

grated beetroot mayonnaise bread and margarine

I love little pictures of Virgin Mary which I’m getting from the beggars

I’ve never met a single whore but I deeply respect them

I am a husband to each one of them

the being of goodness lives behind the horror

being of beauty lives behind the atrocity

every moment is a mystery

every event is a miracle

every being goodness of love

my eye sight focus has shifted so everything is trebling in front of my eyes

whole day today I’m gently thinking of a friend

my name is

Beloved Friend Lean Your Head On My Chest

if you touch my legs You will feel the singing and dancing

I am a good woman to myself

sometimes I’m nothing else but what You want me to be to You

I’m always what all beings expect from me

goodness of the poem which is singing within me

we are walking next to each other as if we are lying skin-tight

I’m thinking of the snowstorm from thirty years ago which started all of a sudden

in the woods and scared a friend and me that we will remain forever sweep covered with

snow just like the woman found dead in the snow in the same woods around that time

this goodness that I feel now You can spread over the bread

my focus is back

I’m lifting my hand in order to write the word slope

and here is the song that is mobilising my whole body

not the technology of high energies but the conscience of high goodness

I Am One And Only Body Of All Beings

it’s glory it’s family saint

it’s God’s glory

St. Archangel Michael

children’s joy

my family saint is the saint of beggars and travellers

of God’s chests

a barer of the small turn of the moment

my Vera Varady would say

my glory Your volcano

I’m only sorry for being stupid. I should have enjoyed more

this evening as well my granny’s words spoken out before her death are warning

candle

bread

wine

wheat

white chrysanthemums

hey white chrysanthemums

the smell of cold air and soil before the coming winter in those white petals of theirs

Greg Brown

sometimes I think that I would enjoy immensely

writing about things describing them with a lot of details

oh my simplicity I’m loyal to You forever

the only detail is wholeness

the only yearning is the only yearning

I am God’s success

smile within Your stomach

pancreas of joy

Kaja

You’re nothing if You’re not Johnny Cash

one is the only one

we have been celebrating it. God’s glory. snow was up to the knees

it seemed as if the life was immortal

coming back from school. guests. cookies. white wafers. table full of food. children’s screaming. singing of the adults

tonight being sixty two I know that life is mortal

mortality is God’s glory

resurrection

shoulder movements – the very goodness

I love fair game

the day before yesterday I saw for the first time breasts of one woman over the Skype

I couldn’t touch them but I was watching them

it was exciting because it was for the first time

virtual is natural

God’s

fair

not communication – but nakedness

not squaring a deal – but fucking

not getting along– but agreeing

not the law – but singing

my baby

baby is “beba” the best translation of the English baby. I like a lot when

I hear that baby. it looks to me as if it refers to all that wants to be just like any baby

my love You are my baby

how beautiful are the white chrysanthemums

I miss walking

the pain in my heel is not receding

I’m too much in the Nest

I’m drinking a bit of rakia and watching the screen in order to see the blessing I’m writing

I am a brother to the big trees

our juices are the same

I wouldn’t have survived if I lived according to the human rules

birds have saved me

roses

path

notions

patience with which the life circles the Universe

I’m thinking of the particle that wanders through

the Universe and tears are rolling down my face from joy

I think of everyone who has lost the sense and I say You are my sister

I cannot stop wondering to the wonder of words

just as I write any given word it already sings

every word is a hymn to God in every being

what would the two of us be if we were not meeting each other in these words

my baby You and I are together always and forever

how sexual is the granny’s touch

yesterday I experienced it

through touching her

through being

to the end

tenuous

surrendering

renewing

forgiving

redeeming

innocent through suppleness

grassy

meandering

radiating

soft like a goodness of just born girls

like any other a miracle of nature is a testimony of God’s love

of sugar canes in the wind

of eternal granny

tenderness that is rolling over all vibration

implying immortality

immortality is neither hope nor consolation

immortality is the only certainty in the world without certainty

how

I don’t know

but I wrote it

I believe You my writing

today I’m going on the fourth heel therapy

I feel a bit guilty because the pain didn’t disappear

I’m thinking of the birds’ wings

I’m thinking of the feathers of which I was never thinking

granny’s hands are soft like feathers

through granny’s fondling soul is flying

it delights the landscapes