Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

Kaja was gone twenty years ago

 

Kaja a mother of all beings

 

I’m enjoying Kaja more and more

 

twenty-year-old-girl

 

my beauty

 

i’m

drunk

off

of

you

kaja

 

i’m

drunk

off

of

you

god

 

i

adore

desert

men

that

love-kiss

you

god

with

strength

of

a

desert

 

lately I’ve enjoyed several times in information

 

sometimes somebody or something is nothing else but information

 

love-kissing

through the information of love-kissing I love-kiss You Godly information

 

information is nothingness until I begin loving it

 

information of seduction and domination I do not like and I hardly even notice them

 

I’m disgusted with seduction

 

I’m disgusted with domination

 

I admire guides

 

I admire serving

 

I admire same-ones and sameness

 

lettuce which is surging

 

everything that doesn’t hurt anybody

 

just everything feels nice to everybody

 

just everything has the same experience

 

just everything gives strength to angels

 

just everything fulfils hearts of stray dogs

 

just everything helps a whore not to let down hope

 

just everything feels nice for the sun just as the sun is nice to everything

 

today I saw first magnolias

 

girls and my beauties

 

on Saturday I saw a first lizards

 

boys and my beauties

 

I just smelled the sex of the trees

 

smell of warm soil that lures the seeds

 

mathematics

of

everything

dances

and

sings

through

eros

of

mathematics

wow how I would feel good to carry on singing next 33 blessings as well

 

 

I’m rejoicing You woman in my soul

 

I’m rejoicing You female within me

 

I am a hermaphrodite

 

loyal whore to the one

 

enchanting gigolo of the one

 

runaway children don’t give birth to children but to love for all beings

 

beggars don’t give birth to greed but to love for all beings

 

people who commit suicide don’t give birth to wars but to love for all beings

 

morning

 

my morning

 

everything

mine

is

all

yours

 

I yearn to lick Your armpits

 

to refresh Your eyelashes

it took me minute or two to remember how eyelashes are called

 

sex of truth is the most sexual sex

 

the truth of sex is the most truthful truth

 

we are the same in truth

 

in one and only truth that we are the same

 

that we are the one

 

that we are the only one

 

only one in everything

 

only one with everybody within us

 

a sip of a daily bite

 

Verica Barac

 

I’m washing blankets before moving out

 

I’m rejoicing simplification

 

I’m not sleeping any more on the books but on three foam mattresses

 

like a grass on which a rabbit was sleeping sinks overnight

 

morning dew

 

sprinkling of sunlight through the branches

 

mild humming of the wind

 

steps

 

universe of beauty

 

art becomes by itself

 

 

prayer is talking to God – meditation is listening to God

I’ve read this two days ago

 

inhaling and exhaling

 

a friend is reading poets in the early morning

 

a man from the fourth floor was holding the doors for me yesterday

 

the apartment of the First House of All Beings in which

I’m moving to on Sunday is located on the very edge of the city

 

a view from the window overlooks the northwest

 

the plains and the sky

 

the sun that is setting

 

to be just to be

 

to be good in this world

 

through writing

 

through reading

 

through writing I incite reading

 

alliance and companionship

 

peaceful quietness and warm conversation

 

with mild smile

 

with trembling of leaves

 

hand on top of hand

 

agreement flows through the eye of a needle

 

with gooseflesh

 

with health through which I flow through You

 

with the art of rebirth

 

miracle within miracle

 

with

the

tip

of

my

finger

I’m

meandering

down

the

spine

of

existence

 

with

the

tip

of

my

finger

I’m

meandering

down

the

spine

of

existence

all

beings

feel

beautiful

 

with

the

tip

of

my

finger

I’m

meandering

down

the

spine

of

existence

all

beings

feel

good

 

bundle of singing

 

heights

are

blossoming

in

depths

of

your

soul

 

do You feel

 

do You feel it

 

do

you

feel

how

it’s

seamlessly

budding

 

budding

i’m budding

you’re budding

buds

 

we

are

budding

eternity 

 

 

on the terrace of the First House of All Beings

I would love to have basil lavender and houseleek

 

the First House of All Beings I will also call the House of All Beings or just the House

it’s important that I live it as a house of all beings

 

whenever I say all beings I really think of all beings

 

known and unknown

 

those who used to live – those who live now – those who will live

 

I also think of all events

 

flickering of air after every spoken word

 

event of a being

 

being of an event

 

all hope in the red ball

 

a woman who thanked me for singing

 

a woman who sent me a text message after midnight

 

a woman who sent me this morning a verse by a poet after her morning reading

 

events of the Universe make the Universe

 

girl from the fourth floor who I greeted yesterday

 

heart of this day

 

I’m moving my toes

my toes are enjoying the music I’m listening to

 

singing

of

goodness

goodness

is

pleased

 

through

singing

of

beauty

grace

feels

nice

 

big words in small hearts are singing to all beings

 

just imagine how nightingale’s heart is singing

 

heart of a swallow while flying

 

heart of a being itself in the heart of every being

 

house of being

 

being of house

 

each blessing You can imagine with a man on the road

 

lips of smile

 

smile of lips

 

like a rose which is budding

 

circle of ball

 

ball of circle

 

like a couple in a man on the road

 

like all beings in the budding rose

 

 

Cosmo to Cosmos

 

through my name whole Cosmos flickers

 

that’s how I feel and think and I think that’s how feels and thinks Cosmos as well

 

through cooing I became cooing

 

little Cosmo to the little Cosmos

 

I’m thirsty for You my thirst

 

hey you fool

a driver yelled at me on the crossroads thinking that I’m taking photo of him and I was only taking photo of myself

 

I bought three bouquets of daffodils for the last working day in the Nest

 

I also bought two lettuces

 

small bread non-dairy cheese and mustard with horseradish

 

being happy with just a little bit

 

being loyal to the sex of all beings

 

being grace on painful spots of every being

 

only in last few days of my dwelling in Udbinska Street

have I realised that I was all the time through his seamlessness loved by

an old and inconspicuous dog which lives in that street and sleeps on the pavement

 

I belong to You my street dog

 

all blessings that I sing are Your poem as well

 

the taste of only washed lettuce is unexcelled

 

I’m feeding You with myself

 

be

worthy

of

me

miroslav

mandic

is

miroslav

mandic’s

poem

 

good

poems

are

beautiful

poems

 

gentle

poems

are

brave

poems

 

through

cooing

i

became

innocence

of

all-fucking

 

joy of blessings is circling the Cosmos

 

Cosmo you have a beautiful name

You are saying to me

 

Cosmo your poems are beautiful

You are saying to me thorough shyness

 

Cosmo you are Cosmo to me

You are saying to me with mild radiance

 

You can spread my happiness over the daily bread

 

You will feel it under the tongue like a taste of the Cosmos itself

 

with each bite You will be embraced with the ocean of health

 

embracing the embraced one

 

what You are feeling now are my sips with which I’m drinking You my beloved

 

I’m moving out tomorrow

it will be a small piece from the art of moving

 

warm sunrays of Saturday afternoon on the road of eternity

I hope I will connect to the internet tomorrow and celebrate

in the divinity of Sunday all moments from the beginning of time