Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I am Charles Bukowski

reading of the poetry of Charles Bukowski ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 4am

 

I just sent e-mails of gratitude to the people who are helping me

 

I’m singing a song

 

creating a work

 

walking the walking

 

I live a fairy-tale

 

every first of a month I’m sending the Bud and the Fairy-Tale

 

a big thank You

 

gratitude only gratitude

 

days are passing by

 

weeks are passing by

 

months are passing by

 

years are passing by

 

everything is passing by only love is coming

 

through new buds

 

everything is going away

 

only love is coming

 

everything is going away into death

 

only love is coming from death

 

only love transforms everything into immortality

 

first yellow dandelions of this year

 

tiny blue flowers

 

bees over the young grass

 

spring

 

vibrancy of the roots

 

refreshed tree barks

 

buds on the branches

 

buds in the legs

 

gratitude only gratitude

 

this is transforming into this

 

mild smile

 

wet lips

 

infinity of friendship

 

 

this cold wind on the bridge feels nice

 

Saturday’s

 

both wind

 

and exposure

 

are invigorating me

 

I’m closing my teary eyes

 

I’m making my slow step longer

 

everything is on the bridge

 

blessing

 

I just thought to myself to make all 33 blessings on the bridge

 

large water

 

even bigger sky

 

watery sky

 

I love the feeling the sky is always bigger than everything

 

I swallowed enough sky on the Rose of Wandering

 

it was constantly surrounding me

 

I was walking over the earth but I was in the sky

 

I feel endeared

 

I thought Universe as well has its sky

 

every word as well has its sky

 

the sky of a word is the truth of that word

 

 

water

of

the

water

 

 

sky

of

the

sky

 

 

poem

of

a

poem

 

 

I’m crossing the middle of the river

 

a beating hammer can be heard from the bridge

 

impressions from the bridge are slowly fading away

 

the wind is calming down

 

soon I will cross over to the other side of the river

 

I’m leaving the bridge behind me

 

as well as this bridge of blessings

 

the bridge of words

 

 

skies

earth bridge earth

skies

 

 

 

today is my Nenad Baturan’s birthday

 

and these are the blessings only a bit adjusted

from a mail which I just sent to the three persons

 

blessings

 

about Tuesday

 

about what was happening last three weeks with You

 

about my health hardships

 

about my hardships with the close ones

 

about break up

 

about myself

 

about my poetics

 

about further work

 

about Tuesday

I’m inviting You to come tomorrow

at half past four

or

five

or

half past five

to

do

the

last

Saturday

until

8pm

then

to

have

dinner

and

watch

Manchester-Real

 

about what was happening last three weeks with You

there were nice things

but

shocks with You on Tuesday 12^th February 2013

shocks with You on Saturday 2^nd March 2013

shocks with You on Saturday 2^nd March 2013

have finished me off

 

about my health hardships

I am better and I am worse

I rejoice and I am sad

is it for the real

angina pectoris

or

because I’ve heard of angina pectoris from You and You heard it from the cardiologist N.

who You described my pains in the chest to and who told You that it would be good if I

came for a check-up as soon as possible

however I had on Saturday strong pains and ever since my hand gets a bit numb

not that hard

I hope nothing is dramatic

even though a lot of things are hurting me

especially stomach

enforced thoughts about those pains are bothering me

and new and unknown pains are always leading me on serious illnesses

and that scares me a lot

however

it

is

sure

that

all

of

that

is

God’s

glory

and

that’s

why

I

believe

only

in

God

self-healing

Your health

Your care

good free doctor who You will find for me

and who I will give back to with care

and make happy with being and singing

and who I hope I won’t even need

 

about hardship with You

this is much bigger problem for me

because it takes my energy

it stultifies me

corrupts me

drags me into what I don’t want and what I despise

I was telling You all of this

hundred billion times

I’m joking

and

above all about that I was

singing

in

the

book

Miroslav Mandic

but

I

was

really

singing

about

that

not

symbolically

and

that

is

my

mission

not

to

betray

that

singing

that

innocent

being

through

singing

creating

and

walking

I don’t know if You

want

to dominate me

or

You don’t know who You are

or

You don’t understand who I am

or

You are afraid to accept me

or

You don’t want to support me

because You think You will lose me that way

not even knowing that in that way I’m nothing but already a corps

over which You’re shedding crocodile tears

and quietly jubilate in Your victory

I’m writing You this whole letter with love and in good mood

even teasing a bit in order to help You

take it with joy and

so that it gives You strength

to vigorously

and

radically

work

and

be

only

what

You

should

and

what

You

should

do

I

know

but

You

know

it

even

better

in any case

I am sure that

consciously or unconsciously

You are imposing Your politics

over my poetics

because You don’t yet have Your poetics

and You will never have it as long as You are holding to Your politics

the politics

of

ego

domination

and

playing

safe

 

about break up

danger!

help!!!

the way it is now it’s very dangerous

and it should stop

therefore I’m

reversing

changing the plan

1^st of June 2013 is no longer the date I will

decide if I will break up with You

but whether I will on

1^st of June 2013

carry on with You

and

that’s why

You should treat this as if we have already

broke up

and not only from two days ago but from the very beginning

and

the

period

until the 1^st of June 2013

I suggest

You

to use

to find out

for Yourself

or with my help

or

with the help of someone You trust

should

You

carry on with me

going my way

and

through

my

singing

creating

walking

or

should

You

break up with me and carry on the way You are on

or radically change

which means radical change of Your way

whenever I say should I say freedom and love

 

about myself

the more I struggle with

health

money

You

human society

for

that

much

my life is more and more miraculous

my innocence more and more dear to me

You are more and more my ally and if our paths disperse and if our paths join

the fairy-tale is more and more truthful and realistic

singing only singing

the only poem

the poem of one and only poet

creating only creating

the only art-work

the art-work of one and only artist

walking only walking

the only walk

the walk of one and only walker

 

about my poetics

God

you

art

 

God

sex

money

 

God

Fairy-Tale

Bud

 

God

path

rose

 

poem

art-work

walk

 

admiration

gratitude

loyalty

 

wonderment

bowing down

giving

 

innocence

simplicity

fucking

 

poetics yes

politics no

 

politics can exist only as a consequence of poetics

and not like in the real world where it exists without poetics

and therefore trying to enslave everything that can be enslaved

don’t drag me into politics

especially not into Your politics

which You are consciously imposing when You are being cocky

and unconsciously when You are defending

only

singing within the fairy-tale for the Fairy-Tale of All Beings

 

about my further work

doing

through

being

 

being

through

singing

 

singing

through

Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic

through

God

 

God

through

God

 

god

is

a

poem

to

god

not

to

you

and

not

to

anybody

or

anything

because

you

anybody

and

anything

exists

only

through

poem

of

god

 

 

I was writing and editing the e-mail for You and for blessings for three and half hours

 

I’m in the sun

 

I’m walking slowly

uniquely slowly

 

Miroslav Mandic book is salvation

 

salvation for every being

 

both water supply and sewage

 

the only spring and only confluence

 

transformation of everything and anything into the poem

 

great poem of humming

 

small poem of buzzing

 

tomfoolery is emerging from suppressing and it is a great poem

tomfoolery is cleaning from rotten egoism and it is a small poem

 

 

thank

you

for

hurting

me

thank

you

for

singing

 

 

i am god

god is poem

by god about god

today’s poem i am god

 

 

outflow of God’s love overflows me

 

the light of cosmic stones is circling through my cells

 

greenery of plants is harmonising all shudders in my body

 

blood of all the animals is purifying my blood

 

trembling of the spirits of nature calms my nerves

 

innocence of people fills me with blessedness

 

immateriality of higher intelligence ennobles my spirit

 

soil is taking all the pains out of me

 

water is soaking me with health

 

wind is whirling joy within me

 

sun is taking me back to the earth so that

I can sprout from the earth like light in each being

 

how wonderful You are little red bugs in the grass

 

how wonderful You are blue flowers in the grass

 

how wonderful You are wind in the grass

 

how wonderful You are grass in the grass

 

seashores soaked with sea

 

horizon filled with endlessness

 

beaten path You are bringing me joy

 

my cry You nourish me

 

I stopped in order to drink blue colour of the lake

 

water is transparent

 

in few days young greenery which Slobodan Tisma loves will spread all over the trees

 

fragile bulrush and beautiful bamboos

 

wonderful deeds of a good man

 

incomprehensible salubrity of brave women

 

runaway child and good child together on the road

 

runaway child and good child are one child

 

younglings of all beings

 

one rose

 

life lasts through change

 

art through immutability

 

as long as I’m alive every moment I am God’s glory

 

when I die I’m God’s eternity in each moment

 

 

I’m drinking second tea and eating biscuit

 

first sips were very hot

 

the tea has already cooled down

 

the strawberry and vanilla tea in teabags

 

it’s red

 

with this cup of tea I’ve eaten three biscuits

 

I’m left with one more

 

with the first cup of tea I’ve also eaten four biscuits

 

the fourth biscuit is in my mouth

 

firstly I soak it with my saliva and then I chew it

 

after fourth biscuit I will also eat a little piece of unleavened bread

 

if it wasn’t too expensive I would only eat this bread because it’s beautiful

 

dense-heavy-tart

 

it’s in my mouth

 

I’m soaking it as well

 

I’m starting to feel its taste

 

it reminds of soil

 

wheat

 

it smells of cow

 

Nikolai Fyodorov

 

for a moment it’s a bit bitter as well

 

people say that wonderful and brave Nikolai Fyodorov lived only on tea and bread

 

tea and bread hey

 

sun

 

path

 

universal goodness in everything

 

I couldn’t resist I took one more bite of the oat unleavened

 

it’s wondrous how everything so quickly becomes a personality

 

oat unleavened bread hey

 

I love Nikolai Fyodorov so much

 

every 6^th of March in the twentieth blessing I write Nikolai Fyodorov

on the sixty fifth of sixty sixth day of a year

 

I love Robert Walser so much

 

every 26^th of October in twentieth blessing I write Robert Walser

on the sixty sixth day until the end of a year

 

 

 

thank You for saving me from myself

I was hoping You will tell me these words

 

have You ever heard how Jack Kerouac is reading

 

a man doesn’t know anything so well as he knows God

 

a man doesn’t play dumb that he doesn’t know something

as much as he is playing dumb that he doesn’t know God

 

knowledge is God

 

knowledge about something is devil

 

knowledge only is

 

only knowledge doesn’t know anything

 

it only love-kisses

 

everything only love-kisses

 

everything is love-kissed

 

sky of the sky is sky in everything

 

word of a word is in each word

 

hey beauty

 

hey goodness

 

hey next day

 

 

thank

you

for

saving

me

from

myself

 

 

thank

you

for

creating

me

from

yourself

 

 

t

h

ª

n

k

y

o

u

 

 

through the brain of laudation

 

through the heart of gratitude

 

through the national assembly of all beings

 

through the assembly of minerals plants

animals spirits of nature people higher intelligence

 

alone

 

alone for everybody

 

a runaway child on the road

 

everything that surrounds the runaway child is his sister

 

a good boy on the road

 

everything that is in front of a good boy is his girl

 

a runaway child and a good child are one child of all younglings

 

a sister and a girl are one woman of all beings

 

a runaway child a sister a good boy a girl are one

 

Miroslav Mandic of Miroslav Mandic

G

o

d

 

 

 

thirty years from making a decision about walking

 

listening one evening to the thousand years long singing of Tibetan monks

I have felt that it’s necessary to do something during this short and decaying

life that thousands upon thousands of people are doing for thousands of years

 

with my heart I was going through my mind and I’ve decided I’ll be walking to Germany

 

I will be walking and leaving thin thread behind me

 

thin thread has transformed into Poetry and

walking transformed into walking through Yugoslavia

 

later on I carried on to Germany then to France and in the end to England

 

Four Walks for Poetry

 

Four Walks for Poetry have turned into the Rose of Wandering

 

Rose of Wandering turned into the Bud of Walking

 

those were the transformations

 

one man is more than thousands upon thousands of people through thousands of years

the best

one man is more than all people altogether

the best one not the best ones

one and only

all beings

I am God

God

 

surrendering and giving in

 

a work of caressing and caressing through the work

 

everything started when I was 33 years old

 

tiny poem

great work

 

 

i am god

my heart within

yours is rejoicing

god

 

 

have I told you, that is wrote to you that sometimes I beg

you in my mind not to die before me? actually recently I was thinking…

two years younger friend of mine wrote to me

 

 

i am god

because these

words of mine are

god

 

 

i am god

because your eyes

on my words are

god

 

 

dawning through creating

 

poem of all beings every moment in every being

 

great journey of God

 

 

i am god

my grass is

green

 

 

i am god

my sky is

blue

 

 

i am god

in everybody’s

heart is my

home

 

 

First Walking for Poetry was flying over landscapes through which I was walking

 

Second Walking for Poetry was the very thoughtfulness

 

in the Third Walking for Poetry I turned into the boy child

 

Forth Walking for Poetry has reached the innocence

 

Four Walks for Poetry have transformed me into the Rose of Wandering

 

Rose of Wandering into Miroslav Mandic

 

Miroslav Mandic into the Bud of Walking

 

Miroslav Mandic

G

o

d

 

 

soon

 

language

is

god

 

 

language

is

god

of

language

 

 

language

is

god

to

language

 

 

language

is

god

 

 

god

is

language

to

language

 

 

god

is

god

to

language

 

 

god

is

through

language

god

 

 

god

is

language

to

language

 

 

language

to

god

is

grass

 

 

language

to

god

is

swallow

 

 

language

to

god

is

rose

 

 

language

to

god

is

grass

 

 

language

to

god

is

washing

 

 

language

to

god

is

a

pillow

 

 

language

to

god

is

a

friend

 

 

language

to

god

is

washing

 

 

god

is

to

language

rhythm

 

 

god

is

to

language

melody

 

 

god

is

to

language

harmony

 

 

god

is

to

language

rhythm

 

 

god

and

language

are

one

 

 

god

and

language

are

the

same

 

 

god

and

language

are

through

wedding

 

 

god

and

language

are

one

 

 

god

and

language

one

love

 

 

god

and

language

my

love

 

 

god

and

language

your

love

 

 

god

and

language

one

love

 

 

god

is

the

heart

of

language

 

 

god

is

the

laudation

in

the

heart

of

language

 

 

god

is

the

heart

in

the

laudation

of

language

 

 

god

is

the

heart

of

language

 

 

god

language

miroslav mandic

ggg

ooo

ddd

 

 

in the book Days of My Life today is The Day of Breakup With Art

 

the day in memory of my breakup with art forty two years ago

 

disgusted I was yearning for purity

 

innocence

 

source

 

courage of being

 

great art

 

poem of poem

 

picture of picture

 

film of film

 

performance of performance

 

life of life

 

man of man

 

 

the

poem

of

heavens

is

art

 

 

poem of light

 

poem of good

 

of childlike

 

through father’s sperm

 

through mother’s milk

 

that – mother is

 

that – father is

 

that – hand is

 

that – water is

 

I

 

all of that is I

 

art of creation

 

creation the poem of art is

 

all creation is in the first two chapters of the Bible

 

not in the first two chapters but only in the first chapter

 

not only in the first chapter but only in the first day of creation

 

not only in the first day of creation but in the first verse

 

not in the first verse but in the first word

 

not in the first word but in God

 

Srdjan

it’s raining

 

Sun

the grass is green

 

Vera

seagulls are croaking

 

Violeta

it’s clearing up

 

Ivana

it’s dripping from the trees

 

Mirjana

it’s pattering over the roof

 

Vladimir

the worms have come out

 

Zoltan

grass is growing

 

Vesna

little circles are on the water

 

Nada

pebbles are shimmering

 

Gerda

the flock of seagulls is flying over the lake

 

Petar

two people with umbrellas are coming towards me

 

Maja

bricks are soaked with water

 

Dule

turtledoves can be heard

 

Art

it’s dripping from the gutter

 

Zeljko

water fountain splashes

 

Yasuka

new leaves will be coming out soon

 

Mina

old white dog is lying on the wet asphalt

 

Branka

kind-hearted man on the tractor is carrying manure

 

Branko

people are pouring gas on gas stations

 

Nandhan

smells on gasoline

 

Tibika

a boy is carrying a red rose

 

Boro

three bakery-women are smoking in front of the bakery

 

Dusan

voices across the lake can be heard

 

Nemanja

some of the branches still have autumn leaves

 

Dagmar

buds are sprouting

 

Alexandra

people are crossing the street

 

Rada

little Gypsies are begging on the crossroads

 

Dragana

dandelions are getting wet in the rain

 

You

meet me on the road

 

You

live me in the fairy-tale

 

You

through my poem fuck

 

Srdjan

it’s raining

 

 

 

 

today I will make five hundredth photo of the One Man

 

first one I made on the 14^th July 1971

 

ever since once a month I take a photo of my face

 

forty two years of an undertaking and an

art work which will last till the end of my earthly life

 

the face of the One Man is adoration of God’s face

 

the face of the One Man is admiring everyone’s face

 

the face of the One Man is bowing to all faces

 

I adore face

 

face deifies

 

face is art

 

everyone’s face is the face of God

 

everyone’s face is the masterpiece of art

 

face of earth

 

face of water

 

face of air

 

face of light

 

face in orgasm

 

face in prayer

 

face in dancing

 

face in singing

 

face is rushing towards a face

 

every face is the face of all beings

 

each face is the mystical smile on the face of the world

 

face denudes

 

face makes us return to paradise

 

from the 1^st January 2010 I’m taking a photo of my face every day as well as

 

the face of the Good Walker

 

face of the face

wow I really find the word face beautiful

 

the face of entering the observation wonderment silence thinking

 

face of tears smiles frowns peace joy solitude

 

face of strength weakness yearning innocence ulteriority lasting

 

on Monday I will take thousandth photo of the Good Walker

 

 

t

o

f  a  c  e

f

a

c

e

 

 

 

You can be my everything

I will

 

You can be my world

I will

 

You can be my sanctity

I will

 

You can be my holy-one

I will

 

You can be my holy-she

I will

 

You can be my holy-he

I will

 

You can be my light

I will

 

You can be my flower

I will

 

You can give me

I will

 

You can give in to me

I will

 

You can caress me

I will

 

You can hug me

I will

 

You can kiss me

I will

 

You can croon to me

I will

 

You can serve me

I will

 

You can work for me

I will

 

You can do with me everything You can’t do otherwise

I can

 

You can invigorate me

I will

 

You can encourage me

I will

 

You can sing to me

I will

 

You can be this rain to me

I will

 

You can be this snow to me

I will

 

You can be the light of dew to me

I will

 

You can be also to me

I will

 

You can be bowing to my youth to me

I will

 

You can be bowing to my old age to me

I will

 

You can dance this dance with me to the end of the world

I will

 

You can sing this song of mine into the infinity of the word

I will

 

You can lick my tears

I will

 

You can swallow my sperm

I will

 

You can give Your life for me

I will

 

You can surrender to me

I will

 

You can trust me

I will

 

 

 

Heaven's Way (Tao) is good at conquest without strife

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 73

 

Often it happens that the executioner is killed

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 73

 

I am Fernando Pessoa

yesterday I forgot to write about reading poetry of

Fernando Pessoa ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 5 am

 

now is important to create and make a picture of the world, now

when it is changed by those who again want to rule through killing

two days ago I forgot to write down this sentence from my 2003 diary

 

 

it’s

saturday

snow

is

budding

 

 

four

words

four

songs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eto7S-oBErk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziwsjE1O4Ow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GmVajkqLNU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt3IOdDE5iA

 

 

Miroslav last week you wrote a poem

 

 

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

god

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

god

to

them

 

 

and

nobody responded you

 

you also wrote a poem

 

 

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

a

poem

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

a

poem

to

them

 

 

and

nobody responded you

 

you also wrote a third poem

 

 

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

a

path

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

a

path

to

them

 

 

and

nobody responded you

 

you also wrote a fourth poem

 

 

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

a

rose

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

a

rose

to

them

 

 

and

nobody responded you

 

you also wrote a fifth poem

 

 

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

one

and

only

language

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

god one

and

only

language

to

them

 

 

and

nobody responded you

 

I will respond you Miroslav

 

don’t give up

 

don’t give up

God

 

don’t give up

poem

 

don’t give up

path

 

don’t give up

rose

 

don’t give up

one and only language

 

 

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

god

 

 

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

poem

 

 

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

path

 

 

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

rose

 

 

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

one

and

only

language

 

 

today is the thousandth walking of the Bud of Walking

 

of the first time second ten year walking

 

thirteen thousand two hundred and twenty kilometres behind me

 

twenty six thousand eight hundred fifty seven kilometres in front of me

 

 

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v

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r

y

m

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m

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n

t

g

o

d

 

 

today I will also draw a thousandth drawing of the Good Walker on which

I’m writing the number of kilometres I walked that day and on the back of which I’m

writing how much altogether kilometres I’ve walked and how many steps is it altogether

Violeta and Ivana Good Walker is written Good Walker and the drawing of the Good Walker is written Good Walker

 

today I will also make a hundredth photo in the work While…

while walking a thousandth walking and drawing a thousandth drawing

of the Good Walker You can feel my love for You

 

I’ve poured the hot water over the instant tomato soup

 

the wind has blew me through

 

I thought I will be writing about the Bud of Walking while walking

but Ivana has joined me so we were talking all the time

 

Ivana asked me for the first time how I pray

 

I was telling her

ask Ivana what she experienced

 

a miracle

 

wow how this hot soup I’m drinking from the red cup feels good

 

it warms me up from inside

 

I feel pleasantness all over my blown through body

 

my cheeks have heated up

 

the Bud of Walking is more and more miraculous

 

plain

 

made of invisibility

 

miraculous to the extent of unrecognizability

 

it’s budding

 

through walking

 

through constant presence of love

 

through singing of endlessness in the heart of closeness

 

through creating innocence in the miracle of the very existence

 

God speaks

mystical experience I had yesterday

 

and

 

 

sings

god

sings

 

 

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e

r

y

m

o

m

e

n

t

g

o

d

 

 

to the glory of the thousandth walking I will go out once more on walking

 

by the lake

with Mirjana

 

in the wind

 

 

to god

to

god’s

glory

to

you

and

all

beings

 

 

 

today is the three thousandth day of the book Miroslav Mandic

 

I’m beginning with admiration

Loiuse and Martine have entertained about ten men a day for fifty years

 

poem is the highest form of serving

 

one thousand and first walking of the Bud of Walking

in the three thousandth day of the book Miroslav Mandic

 

the spirit of mathematics is in the mathematics of spirit

 

three thousand days of living and singing of one book

 

of the book of singing

 

through the peace

of God

 

Book of Singing

 

Book of All-Singing is Book of All-Being is Book of All-Love

 

Book of Singing sings God You and all beings

 

Book of God

 

Your Book

 

Book of All Beings

 

every word is the title of every word

 

I’m thinking of God I am God

 

I’m thinking of You I’m love-kissing You

 

I’m thinking of all beings I’m singing each being

 

the wind has stopped before the dawn

 

in the one thousandth and first walking I will see Vesna Milovic after seven years

from one to the other night people are telling new stories of the One Thousand and One Nights

 

in the one thousandth and first walking

I might walk for the first time with Vladimir Macura

 

I will cross the bridge over the river Sava

 

every word is a bridge towards the next word

 

I will be calming myself down to the point of

identification with everything that surrounds me

 

identification is love-kissing

 

coitus

 

every word is a coitus with every word

 

every word restores me

 

every word regenerates me

 

three thousandth day towards the three thousandth and first day

 

one thousand and first walking towards the one thousand and second walking

 

tiny

in in in

 

 

g

o

d

g o d in d o g

d

o

g

 

 

today at two past noon spring begins

 

few days ago it was snowing

 

today is sunny

seventeen degrees centigrade

 

God is the most visible in this world

 

God is so visible that nobody sees him

 

man everything You see God is

 

only God is and that’s why only him You don’t see

 

love-kiss my eyes love-kiss

 

in God I’m more alive even when I’m dead than I’m alive in life when I’m alive

 

 

every

moment

is

my

poem

 

 

every

poem

of

mine

your

glory

is

god

 

 

all

fervours

are

tranquillity

in

the

god’s

poem

 

 

everything I’m singing to You is preparing You for the

moment when I push You and You don’t get hurt but start flying

 

I’m happy

 

happy for no reason

 

little red bug

 

wind in young green grass

 

enjoy my grace

 

tenderness of buds on branches is bathing me from within

 

 

god

poem

alive

god

is

not a poem – God is

 

 

in order to write a poem I should transform myself into a poem

 

in order to sing the poem

god

poem

alive

god

is

I should transform myself into God

 

when the force disappears God is

 

there is no God without a paradox

 

blood ties are killing of God

 

renunciation of blood is a narrow path towards God

 

all blood ties are death. prejudices are death. death is

common sense thing of established feelings and thoughts

prejudices of mankind

 

implications which would like to hide and invalidate resurrection

through implication nothing can be perceived transformed and resurrected

man is dead through blood ties

 

there is no death

 

don’t put death upon me my beloved

 

don’t put death upon me through Your common sense

love save me from motherly fatherly sisterly brotherly daughterly and sonly love

 

 

you

see

this

poem

don’t

you

yes I see this poem

 

 

you

see

god

don’t

you

yes I see God

 

 

  

one

and

only

good

news

is

that

conscience

god

is

 

 

one

and

only

good

news

is

that

consciousness

god

is

 

 

man You cannot have conscience if You haven’t changed within the world

 

man You cannot be consciousness if You haven’t changed Your consciousness

 

consciousness – everything exists

 

conscience – everything love-kisses

 

everything – unification is

 

only everything unifies

 

people are dividing by unifying into blood and interest groups

 

beautiful

beautiful is

 

good

good is

 

love

love is

 

God

God

 

only

 

one

 

 

t

h

a

n

k

y

o

u

 

 

it’s only about this

it’s only about this

 

 

love

is

a

word

 

 

i

l

o

v

e

y

o

u

 

 

only

love

 

 

only You know how much I love-kiss You

 

only You know how much I miss You

 

only You know how much I respect You

 

only You know how loyal I am to You

 

only You know that I am one and only poet

 

only You know that I am one and only artist

 

only You know that I am one and only walker

 

only You know that I am one and only God

 

only You know that we are grass

 

only You know that we are sparrows

 

only You know that we are buds

 

only You know that we are rosepath

 

only You know that I am You

only You know that I am I am You are I am God

 

 

love is catching up

 

love is catching up with me

 

I love-kiss You love-kiss You love

 

art of love is in love for art

 

singing

 

greatest enemy of art is culture

 

greatest ally of culture is power

 

it’s snowing

 

snowing and singing are the same

 

 

snow

and

poem

are

one

 

 

it’s snowing in spring time

 

art is joy of unpredictable

 

snow is falling on green grass and purple flowers in the grass

 

art is the wedding of fervour and calmness

 

strong wind is carrying the snow across the water

 

art is the child of paradise

 

red geraniums from the warm café are observing how snow is falling

 

art is the cry of freedom

 

snow is not even falling but the wind is carrying it horizontally like a river

 

art is already the very freedom

 

there is nobody on the lake

 

art is salvation

 

snow wind art and me are one

 

art is unification of all beings

 

when snow turns into rain I hear it pattering over my hood

 

art is when You just go go go

and You never stop

 

when the wind gets stronger I feel that You love-kiss me

 

art is a poem of one within one

 

wind is blowing from afar

snow is falling from near by

miracle of love is in everything

 

I love the word love because it sings love the best

 

I love the word love because the word love already love is

 

wind is wind to snow. snow is snow to wind

 

I am I to You

You are You to me

love is love to hatred

poem is poem to art

God

to God

God

 

every

word

i

pronounce

is

my

poem

 

 

every word I pronounce write sing makes me

 

 

every

word

i

write

is

my

poem

 

 

every word I pronounce write sing I am

 

 

every

word

i

sing

is

my

poem

 

 

in front of every word I pronounce write sing is the word everything

everything Universe

 

one

one You

 

success

love grass

 

love

freedom sparrow

 

loyalty

loyalty of a poppy

 

transformation

body in water

 

freedom

airflow

 

health

I surrender to anything

 

joy

anything invigorates me

 

path

I fuck You hugging and kissing of mine

 

rose

I hug You fucking and kissing of mine

 

bud

I kiss You hugging and fucking of mine

 

I

I love singing of singing – it’s a mind to the mind

 

peace

I love creating of creating – it’s a soul to the soul

 

light

I love walking of walking – it’s a body to the body

 

goodness

agreeing

 

beauty

holly wonderer

 

yes

harmony

 

I will

consciousness of conscience love-kisses conscience of consciousness

 

come

consciousness of conscience hugs conscience of consciousness

 

in step

consciousness and conscience are one

 

pussy

consciousness of poem is conscience of pussy

 

cock

conscience of poem is consciousness of dick

 

fucking

cock of singing love-kisses the pussy of poem

 

thank you

step one step two step one step two step one step two are one step

 

please

cock is a lover and is not a hunter and warrior

 

wedding

pussy is a lover and not a mother and motherhood

 

 

every

word

i

pronounce

write

sing

god

is