Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog
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TWELVE THOUSAND KILOMETRES OF THE BUD OF WALKING
I have made 17.144.857th step twelve thousand kilometres in less than three years in order to encircle the planet Earth once more until December 31st 2019 I need to walk 12,796 kilometres every day I’ve walked twelve thousand kilometres with daily average of 13,207 kilometres rhythm rhythm rhythm steps steps steps words words words step by step time step by step space word by word poem when people were dazed with the discovery of a wheel they were saying that the Universe is a wheel when people were dazed with the discovery of a clock they were saying that the Universe is the mechanism as precise as a clock dazed with computer they are saying that the Universe is a computer designers are talking about the Universe as design informatician as information bankers as bank for me the Universe is a poem one and only poem poem of all poems i am you are i am god a moment ago I met with my Elvis. I was meeting him for three years almost every day on the Boulevard. I haven’t seen him for year or two. he was joyful as always even though he is disabled and in a wheelchair whatever and whoever universe is for universe and elvis i’m singing a poem of love twenty eight thousand kilometres more in front of me seven years and thirty six more days I hope I will endure poem of endurance sings the endurance of singing poem is an oath to singing poem is love through which poem love-kisses poem to poem little Gypsy is singing in the bus and nobody gave him a single dinar great singing is without any dinars let’s sing sing sing we are love
ONE AND ONLY ONE OR IT’S TODAY’S DAY BIRTHDAY
white chrysanthemums on the table
white like snow
Monday’s birthday
Monday of November 26th 2012
every day is its own birthday
every day is a new day
one and only day
first day
every day is the only one until midnight
every day is a new day until midnight
poem
from
midnight
till
midnight
every day sings to everyone who is within it
I love to feel understand and start loving those who are foreign to me
those whose feelings thoughts taste and behaviour I despise
not agreeing in my youth with existing condition in society. with
current image of the world. with career. I surrendered to the open sky
to God
to the beginning
one from which everything was created
that’s how one and only one has revealed itself to me
eternal now
the very life
everything that is constantly intertwining with everything in everybody
everything which is the one and only detail of everything
mental
sings
mental
mental
love-kisses
physical
body of the one and only body is within every body
one and only body never dies
one and only poem never ends
I couldn’t resist this plane tree leaf. I picked it up and – I’m kissing it
every day is a day of gratitude to all days
gratitude is joy in every day
every day is a husband to each night
today is today’s birthday
a day without snow with chrysanthemums white as snow
bele hrizanteme na stolu
bele kao sneg
rođendan ponedeljka
ponedeljka 26. novembra 2012.
svaki dan je samom sebi rođendan
svaki dan je novi dan
jedan jedini dan
prvi dan
svaki dan je do ponoći jedan jedini dan
svaki dan je od ponoći novi dan
pesma
od
ponoći
do
ponoći
svaki dan peva svakom ko je u njemu
volim kad osetim razumem i zavolim one koji su mi strani
one čijih se osećanja mišljenja ukusa i ponašanja gadim
ne pristajući u mladosti na postojeće stanje u društvu. na
aktuelnu sliku sveta. na karijeru. predao sam se otvorenom nebu
Bogu
početku
jednom iz koga je sve nastalo
tako mi se otkrilo jedno jedino jedno
večno sada
život sam
sve koje se neprestano prepliće sa svime u svakom
sve koje je jedan jedini detalj svega
umno
peva
umno
umno
ljubi
telesno
telo jednog jedinog tela je u svakom telu
jedno jedino telo nikada ne umire
jedna jedina pesma nikada ne prestaje
nisam mogao da odolim ovom listu platana. podigao sam ga i — ljubim ga
svaki dan je zahvalnost svim danima
zahvalnost je radost u svakom danu
svaki dan je muž svakoj noći
danas je današnjem danu rođendan
dan bez snega sa hrizantemama belim kao sneg
ALLOW ME
allow me to whisper in Your ear so that everybody can hear all cells within You are love some of them are pigeons some swallows some butterflies some flowers some meadows some clouds all of them are circling like joy within You rejoice us – they are telling You we love-kiss You – they are telling You love us – they are telling You they are trembling meandering waving they are love-kissing each other through love-kissing You they are nourishing each other through caressing You they are singing each other through celebrating You allow me to carry on whispering in Your ear so that everybody can hear all particles within You are birds which fly high under the clouds flying from one branch to the other from one roof to the other flying over the streets rivers and mountains seas and oceans they are whirling in the wind they are bathing with rain they are shining through the sun birds within You are created through love birds within You are receiving and giving through love birds within You are and live through love allow me in the end to whisper You once more so that everybody can hear this whispering in Your soul will never stop
HAPPINESS OF THE ONE AND ONLY ONE
warm wind is carrying the smell of rotten leaves light rain is gently pattering over my coat I’m happy because I’m in the air happy because I’m walking happiness is joy which beauty feels in goodness happiness is freedom which creation feels in walking happiness is truth which singing feels in creating happiness – indescribable is happiness – unspeakable is happiness – reasonless is every being celebrates life in itself living in beings life is happy living in beings life is eternal living in beings life is life alive life is god of god alive life is alive life of god alive life is happy life lives in joy of all beings life lives in order to celebrate each being soil is full of fallen leaves that circling of leaves is wondrous greenery gets yellow and in the end it shimmers like gold for ten years I was drawing leaves for ten years grass if a prerequisite of politics is to discover that You know who is Your enemy the prerequisite of poetics is Your revelation that everything and everybody is Your friend a flock of sparrows has been vigorously and joyfully flying in circles around me without sisterly and brotherly love for all beings man’s story about man is a sad story about egotism I’m still impressed with joyful cheerfulness of the flock of sparrows I’m climbing to the concrete bridge in order to cross the river birds fly over the river in a second god’s creation. continuation of creation and new creation are one and only creation one and only one my only love hello young wind over the river – I’m shouting from the bridge to the wind over the river
SOWER AND WINNOWER OF THE SINGING LOVE
the length of my step is seventy centimetres while climbing on the bridge I’m counting how big is the radius of the circle with circumference seventy centimetres eleven point one centimetre I’m imagining my steps as wheels which radius is eleven point one centimetre good evening wind – I’m shouting to today’s wind over the river again today’s wind is warmer than yesterday’s one man in the middle of the river fishes in the boat four kilometres upstream I swam across the Sava last summer while thinking which word to use to describe the state of refined yearning through which I’ve been living life since I was born the wind has lifted fine sand in front of my legs beginning-of-winnowing is that the word shining living life like the sun’s shining winnowing living life like the winnowing of snow getting-wet-in-the-rain living life like the raining every day impregnating everything every day be impregnated with everything sawing life living love eating God’s brad through male movement of the bridge a woman is lighting up a cigarette in the wind she is putting the lighter back in her jacket she is it zipping up with great pleasure she is inhaling a second drag wind is carrying her hair wind is fluttering the grass while saying wind is fluttering the grass I felt something magnificent in that wind is fluttering the grass wind is fluttering the grass is the greatest monument in the world singer is sowing words poet is sowing poems I was born as a sower of the words I was created to saw myself in the pussy of a poem all my words are breads and poems in the poem of a pussy
MIRACULOUS
I agree that those who are bad should become good but I also believe that the good ones should become miraculous miraculous God the same way that it’s hard for the bad ones to change and become good it’s even harder for the good ones to give up their goodness and become miraculous it’s always and only about my change creation of transformation implementation of promised overcoming of created transformation of creativity love is the only change which never stops what’s new neighbour – asks one neighbour the other one we’re making new from old – responds the neighbour on toes daily portion of everyday certainty of the swept away strudel with poppy seeds for lunch and for diner and two three bites of bread with oil along the way sudden change of rhythm is always good the rhythm of repetition always clings I love You wind in the night is swinging the traffic lights in the empty street You are my life atmospheres a thigh tucked to a thigh midnight walks anything whenever I say anything I said everything somebody somewhere somebody somewhere somebody somewhere in my heart somebody somewhere in my heart is god