Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

poem
the poem of one name
the name of a man
the name of god
the name of a poem
i wrote it i sang it
from january 6th 2005 to july 24th 2017
i sang it every day except sunday
33 poems a day
i call them blessings
198 blessings per week
129600 blessings for twelve and a half years
129600 (360×360) blessings have formed a ball book
universe
universe of poem
each day is marked with day number and date of singing
first three books have been published
fourth and fifth book are in my computer
last eight books are on the website
i hope that everything will soon be together on the website

You
are

386266

bud

smile in a step

1827. day
1st January 2010

peace

morning at the table

 

all of a sudden it got really cloudy... clouds are rushing over the sky... the storm is going away... it’s getting brighter

 

I started to create all 64 ten year pictures 

 

it was wonderful

 

it was almost nothing that’s how much it was everything in each of those 64 buds 

 

now I will draw the blue rose. first in fifth year of that third ten year picture

 

I will record the beginning of the fifth year of Blue film

 

I am outside. it’s beautiful. I tingled with the bell. I threw

for the first time a ball into air. for the first time I thanked God

 

I touched the birch tree with my hand. I made a first step and read the text

first step of the bud with smile

from here infinitude and timelessness

to

God

You

All Beings

 

every moment everywhere and to everybody and everything love – eternal art in the poem of all beings

 

to You and all beings Joy Health Freedom Transformation Loyalty Love Success

 

God

I

poem

face

path

rose

walking

bud

Miroslav Mandic

everything

same

is

 

may live

God

Bud of All Beings

Bud of Every Day Art

Bud God-Sex-Money

Bud Nest

Bud Universe

Bud Walking

 

I started. the steps are coming one after another. everything is same. godlike

in everything. art of walking after eight years

 

I threw first out of 33 pieces of paper on which is written I hug you

 

I am God’s glory – I walked the first kilometre in ten year walking around the Planet

 

I caressed the face of this old woman by looking at her

 

I sowed-threw first banknote on the ground so as it would deliver new money of love

 

I am walking in the centre of the Universe. the centre is constantly moving from heart to heart of all beings

 

warm and moist air is soaking the empty streets

 

I drew the first drawing of the walker under which I will write the number of walked kilometres

 

wet leaves are also with me

 

the handwriting of walking – the handwriting of all beings

 

as she passes by a girl is smelling the white rose

 

here is the first drop of rain in the first rain of the Bud

 

first time on the Danube and first sun in the Bud

 

first photo of my face in the Bud

 

first bow down to the rain and all beings in the Bud

 

Bud of All Beings is the first bud of all beings and first definition of the Bud of All Beings

 

rain drops on the green grass are sparkling

 

on these steps of Kalemegdan beside

white snails I came to a first stand in the Bud

 

today Jasuka and Zeljko will walk 13 kilometres by the sea in Australia

 

I am first time countless times

 

I am at the table. showered. I’m typing in the blessings. I have to learn to enjoy in

this extra work after the walking. to send it to Violeta to check the text and Ivana to translate it

 

I was walking for three hours – 13.77 kilometres

 

19685 steps – peace to all beings

 

I hope that before midnight first Bud will fly into Your heart

 

I’M WALKING AND SINGING FROM EAR TO EAR

1828. day
2nd January 2010


Bud has flown

 

just peacefully

 

with mind

 

heart

 

hands

 

feet

 

honesty of beggary is tearing my heart apart 

 

two sparrows are playing underneath the car

 

joyful steps for the happiness of the planet Earth

 

I’m skipping for the joy of all beings

 

hey joyfully my friends – I say to my feet

 

I turn around after this man and I wish him luck

 

we are all here – the fire of joy

 

I warm You up fire – kiss me love

 

everybody thinks good while they are walking

some are also writing well

rear ones are dancing

only one is singing through walking

 

I’m walking with heart in Your mind

 

hey you little fucker – a father is screaming at his son

 

I singing with my mind in Your heart

 

through walking everything is so close – whole world on the palm of my hand

 

wet green bench

 

I’m walking – I’m rejoicing in people’s houses

 

I’m walking pass the District Court – I’m guilty so as all beings would be innocent

 

old dog – pleasure of this blessing

 

chilly boy is cleaning the windscreens on the crossroads

 

I’m rejoicing You little rain

 

you should just see how that yellow ball is flowing through air

 

I’m walking down the spine of Belgrade

 

I’m walking and singing from ear to ear

 

I’m St. Vitus’ Day

 

alphabet of all beings

 

primer of dancing singing and creating

 

a hymn to the wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

BIRDS PARTICLES

1830. day
4th January 2010

what You see are words with which I caress You

 

what You feel are the waves with which I carry You

 

through air prospects

 

through the river that evaporates

 

the roots of the Bud are growing it’s branches into the sky

 

roads are transforming into the rose

 

rose into the bud

 

lips into kiss

 

it’s Monday – every day is reviving all past days

 

it’s Monday – every day is giving birth to all future days

 

it’s Monday – Bud of Walking

 

I Remember Me am going into the day

 

I Day is Rising am walking through lips

 

I Want You am a humour of the face

 

diffusion is gathering me

 

sunlight is bathing in all beings

 

walking is budding through feet

 

wounds of childhood are living in brutality of envy and laziness

 

we’re getting along somehow – an old woman says to her coeval

everything in its own time – he answers

 

I’m throwing brutality – ball is flying – I’m catching carefulness

 

I’m throwing envy – ball is flying – I’m accepting giftedness

 

I’m throwing laziness – ball is flying – I’m surrendering to good will

 

I’m bowing down to the grass that is wavering in the snow

 

I’m pushing my hands in my pockets towards my stomach to warm it up

 

I am deliverance of man from manhood and man

 

cosmic mine of thinking

 

beauty is attaching itself to goodness

 

goodness permeates beauty

 

I’m giving You right away

 

right away is healthy and useful for everything

 

towards the end of walking I throw the ball again

 

I’m writing with right hand but catching the ball with left

 

I was left-footed in football as well

 

 

JOKER SPARKLE

1831. day
5th January 2010

it’s Tuesday – Bud Nest

 

well dressed I’m enjoying the cold wind

 

I’m peacefully walking down the Boulevard

 

I felt that cosmic rhythm and for last

hundred meters I’m thinking how to describe it

 

I’m not describing it – I don’t feel like getting out of it

 

if you touch yourself you will feel how I’m enjoying

 

centuries of tiredness are coming out of me

 

in order to walk around the Planet in ten years by walking 12,796 kilometers

every day except Sunday I decided to walk around it every day as well

 

how

 

like this

 

through Alan Turing and artificial intelligence

 

by throwing a ball into the air

 

catch it – it’s joy

 

I’m starting – ball is flying – I walked around the Planet

 

I exist because somebody somewhere believes I exist

 

I enjoy the unnoticeable – unnoticeable enjoys me

 

a man is walking slowly – he feels beautifully

 

sap of trees is circling through the trunks

 

good deeds are circling unnoticeably

 

she is warming her young through skin and breath

 

his stomach is getting chilly after all

 

wait – I’m walking the writing

 

everything is vibrating and shimmering

 

I’m crying – goodness of this girl has affected me

 

only through meeting a good being one can see how beauty radiates from goodness

 

Bud of All Beings is feeding on affection

 

goodness is not dying

 

I’m happy about the first pair of paper scissors I bought in my life

 

I bought prunes for tomorrow’s compote

 

sparkles are sparkling

 

atoms particles cells molecules sparkles long live my friends

 

everything resides in the smallest – everything is dancing and singing in the biggest

 

in the glory of my work within Bud Nest to the drawings of

64 buds are singing to the Bud of All Beings I joined 65th – joker bud

 

 

LIVE UNIVERSE LIVE GOD

1832. day
6th January 2010

Wednesday – Bud Universe

 

I just drew Bud Universe in my diary

 

while walking I first drew the good walker

 

Universe is all for peace and peace for all

(universe in Serbian: svemir, consisting of

sve, meaning all and mir, meaning peace)

 

Universe is everything that is

 

Universe is my bed my house my fatherland my cradle

 

Universe is the state I live in

 

when a little fish jumps out of water – Universe is

 

Universe is this ten year long causeless walking around the Planet

 

healing causelessness for Planet and Universe

 

yesterday they were doing inventory. today I bought them. two perfect

mechanical pencils

 

Universe are warm words of my beggar granny

 

the Universe string is resonating

 

Universe are images of the Universe

 

Universe is all that somebody thinks Universe is – for me Universe is bud

 

I am Universe – mother of all beings

 

everything is pervaded by Universe

 

Universe is in constant creation of the sameness

 

mild rain and mild pain in the spine and left hip

 

horses are kissing me

 

politics of the Universe is surprise me

 

I’m throwing a ball so as it flies through the rain

 

the more I get wet the more I kiss

 

I is walking – idea is

(idea in Serbian: ideja, consisting of

ide, meaning walking, going, and ja, meaning I)

 

I love idea

 

I love I

 

I am You to every I

 

I am Your You – You are my I

 

a man with a hat on is entering the sock shop

 

getting wet on the rain is the best umbrella

 

old bread in the plastic bag hung on the container – Goddess my beloved

 

God is a God’s wish that everybody becomes God

 

have a long lifeGod beggar and accordion player told me as I was

putting the money in the hat of his partner and younger God

 

 

WE ARE ONE TO THE ONE

1833. day
7th January 2010

Thursday – Bud God-Sex-Money

 

I’m looking forward to the God-Sex-Money

 

God is God. sex is sex. money is money – and this is God-Sex-Money

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – a red tram is passing by

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – wet streets are empty

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – dustmen are offering best wishes for Christ’s birth

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – people are afraid of God sex and money

 

people are fighting over arguing killing because of God sex and money

 

my God is Your God. my sex is Your sex. my money is Your money

 

God sex and money are innocent and belong to everybody and everything

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – everything I see is God

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – everything I look at is sex

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – everything I watch is money

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – I stopped beside You big tree

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – I went around You street corner

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – a dog has pricked up his ears

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – little sparrows

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – Black Elk who

I’m reading For the past few days with great pleasure

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – I calmly received the ball from air

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – sound of the ball which has fallen into my hand

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – Indian children that are bathing in the streams

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – I’m running after the ball which I threw in front of me

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – deeply inside and closely outside

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – never unite forces with anybody against somebody

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – as if he knows that giving and receiving is the same

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – seasons one in another

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – prayer of all beings for all beings

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – this deep sigh

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – transformation of one’s nature

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – creation creation creation

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – unimportance that only importance

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – fuckable kissing that only living

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – free of charge that only richness

 

Bud God-Sex-Money – this fog that is falling down in the distance

 

 

PREMIER OF THE DAY EVERY DAY

1834. day
8th January 2010

Friday – Bud of Every Day Art

 

art of every day is in art of every day

 

like awakening

 

like grass

 

wheat of beauty

 

every day is an art work

 

the premier of the day is every day and there is no second showing

 

great opportunity of kissing

 

light of every day is so beautiful

 

every day has plenty of air and its goodness

 

sick ones get well

 

smile depressed ones

 

lonely ones touch each other

 

every day war can stop for ever

 

every day hunger can disappear

 

every day you can be a she-hero of the day

 

every day you can be a he-hero to the day

 

the trees will bud soon – says The Trees Will Bud Soon

 

everything I create every day is the Bud of Every Day Art

 

one word

 

one line

 

one color

 

one sound

 

one step

 

one bow

 

in one word I love You

 

my cactus is kissing You

 

kiss with eyes – kiss through name

 

day beauty

 

water every day

 

every day soil in every bite

 

every day all beings

 

every day everyday

 

every day 33 blessings to every day

 

BUD OF ALL BEINGS – WEB SITE OF FRAGILITY

1835. day
9th January 2010


Saturday – Bud of All Beings

 

somewhere a little bird is flying through the rain

 

I am the heart of a little bird – fragile like the site

 

last night I couldn’t put the photos up on the site

 

I didn’t know how to inform You that I couldn’t put them up

 

I don’t know how will it be today – a little bird is flying through the rain

 

I will rewrite here the letter to Zoltan that will also be on the Bud link

 

it’s important that I think of a little bird

 

Zoltan

I’m writing you through the site that you are taking care of in the name of the game and because this is a Bud of All Beings site. Bud of All Beings is becoming through everybody’s click on the site. whoever clicks is a bud

I would like if the space between the lines within the Bud link is narrower

little photos in the Walking link are escaping the circle

I would love to enlarge the photo of the face within the Walking link to the maximum

within the Walking link in English when you click Walking you don’t get the text

in Miroslav Mandic link there should be a full stop after the year 2010

we should think of how to archive everything

and of course all that if it isn’t too much of a work and do it when you have time

I’m inviting you for a bud-coffee over video chat

 

Bud of All Beings is a nervous system of all beings

 

sensitivity

 

good thoughts and notions

 

good thoughts of good people are saving the world

 

Bud of All Beings is speaking for all of those who are forbidden to speak

 

you are fragile Good Walker

 

I’m walking down the tram tracks – here are first hundred kilometers in walking around the Planet

 

I’m enjoying the height of the trees

 

I throw it – the ball guides me to the sky

 

asphalt is dry for the first time so I bounce the ball on the ground as well

 

it beats – the heart of a little bird is small

 

it sings – the heart is beautiful while it’s flying

 

Bud of All Beings – call-yearn-walk

 

I’m more and more the same – everything is more and more the same

 

Bud of All Beings – courage to be a bud

 

after eight days of walking I covered a distance of

105.73 kilometers with a daily average of 13.21 kilometers

 

Bud of All Beings – sophistication from one moment to another

 

Bud of All Beings – all those who I know

 

Bud of All Beings – all those who I don’t know

 

Bud of All Beings – Ana Kocinski who I don’t know

 

Bud of All Beings – unprotectedness is guarding all beings

 

Bud of All Beings – I hope I will put everything on the site tonight

 

Bud of All Beings – gratitude even if I don’t manage to put things on the site

 

Bud of All Beings – creation of a being of love and immortality

 

 

BUD IS A BEAUTIFUL WORD – SHE SAID

1837. day
11th January 2010

stretch them out stretch them Good Walker

 

God

is

witnessing

me

I

am

singing

Him

 

I am calming down – getting into the state of a poem

 

now everything sings

 

his jacket rustled while he was walking pass me

 

she is pulling the bag strap on her shoulder

 

with the white scarf she is warming up her neck

 

old sales woman is selling flowers on the corner

 

a piece of board by the tram tracks

 

the more senseless the more singable

 

the holes in the asphalt filled with dry fallen pine needles

 

the three boys young like a madness

 

the sound of heels behind my back

 

big yellow apples

 

green light on the traffic lights turned on time for me

 

the bud of tranquillity

 

I learn about smile from the man who passed me by

 

I’m standing on the crossroads – I am a being of happiness to all beings

 

in her eyes I saw dedication to the continuous distances

 

she wished me to be alive and healthy

 

beggars are the doctors of the street

 

poem-mathematics-creation

 

I’m going – I will meet up – I am child

 

I was with Vladimir Macura. afterwards with

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson. last kilometre. night has fallen

 

I am spent

 

I am calming my heart

 

these eagles I think of are pleasing me

 

street sellers are still on the street

 

I will buy olives

 

I’m straightening up – to breathe in the air

 

for the first time in the Bud I’m throwing the ball into the night

 

ball feels nice while flying through the night

 

19:42

see you soon

 

QUIETLY SO THAT WINDS CAN HEAR

1838. day
12th January 2010

frost has fallen on the green grass

 

frost – beautiful word

 

noon – art of separating from the existing art

 

slowly – art of separating from existing models of life

 

noble – permeating of all beings

 

I’m walking slowly – enjoying in leaving a distance behind

 

I’m walking slowly – celebrating the sun

 

I’m thinking of Your eyes

 

I’m Your water

 

I’m soaking the hearts with hope

 

you are with me. I’m with You

 

worker from the city parks department is pulling out dry leaves with the rake under the bush

 

they are sitting on the bench and caressing each other’s hands

 

while I’m walking down this path cold air is caressing my cheeks

 

I love everybody’s face

 

everybody’s face makes my face

 

I’m absorbing

 

I’m stopping – so as the pain in my Achilles’ tendon easies

 

I’m practicing my eyes

 

I’m again thinking of Passport-Bud

 

a passport of all beings

 

mystical smile is smiling to the harmony of being

 

I’m kissing You harmony of walking

 

I’m walking You harmony of kissing

 

imagine me like a warm stone which is warming up Your stomach

 

imagine how I’m gardening You

 

a man has stopped and is watching the bread in the shop window

 

my shadow is sticking on the asphalt like a snail

 

with every step I say amen to the eternal life

 

eternal life is becoming from love for life and lives of all beings

 

silence is writing

 

dear words like snails

 

let’s crawl

 

RIDE MY BELOVED RIDE

1839. day
13th January 2010

just love me

 

I live so as all beings would love me

 

I create so as all beings would start to love themselves

 

I sing so as all beings would love all beings

 

just love me and don’t worry

 

fucking

is

God’s

poem

 

mist is overflowing the forest

 

thin ice on little puddles on the road

 

frost shines with whiteness on the frozen ground

 

sun has disappeared in the mist

 

just orchestrate – the surrounding tells me

 

I’m your poem – empty road tells me

 

don’t leave us – fallen dry leaves are telling me

 

Planet of mine I cherish You with steps by which I am walking around You

 

planet Earth is my property because I love it and I have no property

 

all people who have and love their property on the Planet don’t have love of Planet

 

Planet feels nice in the Universe. Universe enjoys on the Planet

 

Universe is a good host to everybody. Universe is beautiful hostess to everything

 

Bud is the centre in every centre of the Universe

 

I am walking circle

 

planetarium of everyday

 

I’m what bees are doing

 

I’m throwing a ball high in the branches

 

branches have said hallo – flown ball has told me

 

I stopped so as the pain in my Achilles’ tendon would go away

 

I was standing like a tree

 

in the third year of the Rose of Wandering the pain in my Achilles’ tendon appeared

in the Bud in the very beginning. glory to all Achilles’ tendons

 

first time in the Bud I’m passing by the graveyard

 

peace and smell of barberry

 

live life to the full in every day

 

fall in love with the breathing

 

may everything You look at rejoice You

 

just kiss me and don’t think

 

SCENT OF VANILLA SUGAR

1840. day
14th January 2010

it would be better if my jacket was below my knees

 

I’m walking for Andja’s new – even better heart

 

I’m walking for Ivana’s new – even better life

 

I’m walking so as sufferings and pains of all those who suffer are gone

 

walls of the houses next to which I’m passing by are with me

 

I put the hat even more over my ears

 

if it means anything to You – I’m walking down Cvijiceva street

 

just like that

 

just so as it is

 

anything that is

 

that’s how I walk

 

that’s how I drew Good Walker

 

rejoicing to the rejoicing

 

there is something incredibly refreshing in the words themselves

 

completely abstract and so concrete

 

Shoemaker Smiljanic next to the Hairdresser Andrejic

 

does it mean anything to You that it is 12:33 right now

 

gentleman has stopped and he’s doing the crosswords

 

the path is a bit moist but I’ll walk it

 

I’m unbuttoning myself after all

 

while I was thinking about not giving up a tram has come really close to me

 

tenderness do not give up

 

all that I am saying only to You I’m telling to everybody

 

a man on crutches is singing along

 

don’t-give-up enthusiasm don’t-give-up tranquillity

 

15:15

I’m tired from coldness

 

three to four hundred meters more to the Nest

 

a woman that sold me beetroot is on her feet and in the cold from 5:30 am

 

I’m circling around the Nest in order to write few more blessings

 

I’m circling like a bird

 

a boy has suddenly started to run

 

I’m rising my eyes towards the birds that are disappearing in the misty sky

 

I’m standing – I saw them – buds of magnolia

 

 

 

 

GOODNESS IS CARRYING US – LET’S BREATHE LET’S DANCE

1841. day
15th January 2010

it is so exciting this plain walking that I fell how all beings are walking within me

 

I have never been here

 

crows are here

 

the King of Nothing salutes to the President of Emptiness

 

property enslaves human and keeps them in existing evolution

 

a bit of sorrow hopelessness and despair is everywhere

but they also make indescribable beauty of usual

 

I don’t know where am I nor where should I go but I will go and get somewhere

 

sometimes only love for ugliness makes me worthy of life

 

love for ugly is great art

 

uphill warms up

 

I see the motorway but not how to cross it

 

this time I will really slow down uphill

 

slowness doesn’t sweat

 

slowness is rippling by silence

 

I ran across the motorway

 

I am footway and I celebrate all of those who are walking

 

dear elephants

 

a thirsty ones to quench their thirst somewhere

 

hungry ones to feast themselves with bread somewhere

 

homeless ones to find a pillow somewhere

 

soil to give birth to the life

 

water to flow to somebody

 

air to air out the Universe

 

light to regenerate itself in love

 

walker to walk around the Universe

 

slowly I’m not rushing anywhere – told me the man who I passed by

 

I hear his footsteps behind my back and I cry – every

man holds inexhaustible source of goodness and beauty

 

a blessing about inexhaustible sources of goodness

and beauty I wrote in Biljana Jovanovic street

 

particles little bells – life is always ringing and calling for life

 

somewhere a cow is giving birth to calve – music never stops

 

I would love to live everywhere. I would love to be everybody

 

I am both everywhere and everybody

 

I walked around the Planet and I didn’t move at all. I was just circling here in the infinity

 

 

JUST WINK AT ME

1842. day
16th January 2010

I’m going to Danube so Danube could see me

 

it’s cold. for few days now the fog is not

retreating. a jacket beneath my knees would really do me good

 

from today I will wink at somebody or something every day

 

winking is awareness alongside the humor

 

awareness of the sameness and heavenly origins of all matter

 

most exciting thing I can think of at this moment is to write these words

 

I’m walking around the Planet fairytale like

 

Planet is the fairytale

 

nothing exists besides the fairytale

 

only fairytale is truthful

 

I’m walking around the Planet – I’m fighting for a fairytale

 

mother is a fairytale about mother

 

fairytale is the mother of courage to live a fairytale

 

I’m walking to earn today’s beetroot

 

I’m walking like a deer

 

I’m throwing a ball and saying out aloud – I love You everything. I love You everything

 

I kiss Your back – I kiss Your back – I kiss Your back

 

around Bajloni market I turn around and wink to the cactus at my table

 

cactus is helping me a lot

 

I’m flying on a rug. and where is your rug. well eleven words backwards to the first and twelve to the second one

 

oh beauty – oh Danube

 

I wink at everybody so as they would laugh and immediately get better

 

You are my chastity

 

do you love me – a lot

 

do I love You – don’t ask

 

I made a detour to buy a rubber band. it snapped this morning in my underpants

 

I kiss you trivialities

 

I feel for children who are disgusted with their parents

I feel for parents who don’t even know that their parents are disgusted with them

 

bread. olives. beetroot. mayonnaise. apples. royal feast

 

twelve years old boy is enjoying while his father is telling him how the car is driven

 

average walking distance of this week was 12,89 kilometers

 

eyes feel nice

 

just wink at me

 

WATER PLANTS

1844. day
18th January 2010

it’s snowing with fine and dry snowflakes

 

I touched and kissed a birch tree

 

sometimes I’m nothing else but the desire to make somebody happy

 

to make anybody happy

 

rusty sheet fence

 

I’m passing by the Botanical garden and saying hello to all the plants in it

 

You are lying to me

 

I beg You not to lie to me

 

don’t lie to anybody. don’t lie to yourself

 

when we are lying to somebody we are killing them – don’t kill me

 

to those who are lying I wish them not to lie

 

lie is creating a secret. secret increases the lie

 

secrets and lies are sad since people are shutting them into secrets and lies

 

lies would love to free themselves from lies. secrets would love to free themselves from secrets

 

it’s comfortable to walk with two pairs of socks

 

I’m unimportant – everything is important

 

I’m greeting you back through all the waterfalls on the Planet

 

I wink at not wanted ones

 

I’m walking – everything is wanted

 

I’m throwing the ball – everybody is kissed

 

I’m throwing the ball very high and wish for everybody to kiss

 

I leaned my head on the side so as everything is even more delicate

 

almost unnoticeable snow is pleasant for brain

 

I smell like snow

 

snow is sparkling only in the air. when it comes to the ground it already melts

 

it gives me a pricking sensation over my face as if the grass was touching me

 

red tram is going up green tram is going down the street

 

I was drinking coffee with Ivana. saw her off to the bus

the street lights turned on. fine snow keeps on falling

 

I’m walking very slow. I’m listening to the silence. I’m cherishing the silence

 

I stopped and watched the bloomed magnolia

I caress one branch of hers full of buds

 

I’m snow – water plants

 

 

WEDDING OF ALL BEINGS

1845. day
19th January 2010

last night I found diaries of Leaves and Grass

 

I started to do Leaves in December 1974

 

engrossed

 

it started on its own

 

everything was interwoven with each other as well in me as in front of my eyes

 

after several drawings I decided that I would do it for ten years every day

 

I was excited by those ten years

 

but the first step that already contains all the others should have been taken

 

heroism of the beginning

 

heroism of ten years

 

those ten years are now already thirty five years from

the beginning and twenty five years from their ending behind me

 

I opened four new documents in the computer

Leaves – A Tree of Life diary

Grass diary

Leaves and Grass diary

Blue Roses diary

 

they keep on interweaving on their own

 

the heart of a rhinoceros and the lock of a girl

 

hoofs and grass

 

word path with the picture of path

 

picture of rose with the music of rose

 

all I’s are interwoven within my I

 

one I

 

I is I

you are I

he is I

she is I

it is I

we are I

you are I

they are I

 

I of circling

 

I of repetition

I of a first kiss

 

loyalty to the first kiss

 

I bent down and picked up one dinar from the ground

 

I bent down for another one... here is the third one... I’m stooping

 

richness of free bending

 

my eyes are shining from the coldness

 

life is not starting life is not passing life is not dying life is

 

it’s cold and kisses are getting frozen

 

I wink at all sources on the planet Earth

 

I bought the little bell – I’m ringing to all beings

 

bells are ringing the eternity of wedding

I AM A BUD OF ALL UNSAID LOVES

1846. day
20th January 2010

I’m walking for the life of Barack Obama

 

I’m throwing a ball on all four compass points

 

I’m throwing a ball three times for all those that were ever killed

 

I’m throwing a ball highly so as the killing would stop

 

I’m throwing a ball so as the killers would stop killing

 

powerful people are yearning to be saved – killers are yearning to be freed from killing

 

I’m walking – I’m ringing

 

I’m walking 333 steps for life

 

I’m walking 360 steps for lives of all beings

 

I’m throwing a ball 33 times for Barack Obama’s 33 following years

 

undertaking is nice

 

all of a sudden a responsibility is surrounding me

 

everything I see is responsible

 

it’s snowing

 

houses are upright

 

when I raise my head following the ball snow is falling in my mouth

 

we are born to be responsible and undertake something

 

art of birthday

 

Art undertaking – I am an enterprise – Art Enterprise

beauty of undertaking lies in a fact that for anything just a little bit is enough

 

but when we don’t undertake then a great deal is needed

 

and while I’m drinking coffee with Ivana I am Universe of walking

 

I need half an hour only to take out from pockets

what I am carrying with me on walking that’s what the walking is like

 

road of roadlessness – roadlessness of the road

 

this woman in a red sweater has gave me a jolly good look

 

therefore, therefore I am

 

therefore – sexy word

 

I would like to live for a while only within English language

 

if I would get a large amount of money I would use it for the writing of this blessing

 

future heroes of manhood will be the killers that will stop killing

 

enemies should be cherished not killed

 

only if the circle is saved everything will be saved

 

360o

 

 

JE PENSE, DONC JE SUIS – I THINK, THEREFORE I AM

1847. day
21st January 2010

therefore

I don’t want to succeed in the word but rather the world to succeed in me

 

world is succeeding only within me

 

I wink at the meekness

 

therefore – resurrection of all beings – not only people

 

pre-dust

 

pre-breath

 

by ball fly the words after it

 

from today I will drink medicinal teas

 

echinacea and dandelion

 

I bought white Kronos sneakers

 

I’m in the end of walking. I froze from the humid air

 

my feet are wet from old and bad sneakers

 

therefore – I will be collecting all the sneakers in the Bud of Walking

like I kept all the sneakers from the Rose of Wandering

 

sneakers of mine – horses of mine

 

Earth today as well we kept each other company

 

You were circling within me – I was circling on You

 

my feet are tired – my swans

 

I downloaded the photos from the walking

 

there was twenty eight of them. three are left. like every

day. one for each walking – bud – bow-down

 

I would love if the photos on the web site would be as large as possible

 

large like a house

 

therefore

I don’t want to succeed in the word but rather the world to succeed in me

 

world is succeeding only within me

 

I wink at the meekness

 

therefore – resurrection of all beings – not only people

 

pre-dust–pre-breath

 

resurrection of all beings

 

I wink at the meekness

 

therefore

comfortable sneakers and large photographs

therefore

I’m rich – I have four packages of pepper in the Nest

donc

I’m gently joking

 

a detail spread on the bread of wholeness

 

donc

resurrection of all beings

 

I wink to antiquity

 

expected spread on unexpected bread

 

donc

shy and touching

 

donc

therefore

dakle

 

pre-dust

pre-breath

 

 

 

 

56TH TIME 33 DAYS

1848. day
22nd January 2010

I’m cold. nothing else is left for me but to say that I’m cold

 

I will be watching the passers by to warm me up

 

it’s warmer immediately

 

I’m smiling

 

some people are crazy like hell

 

a boy is carrying snow in his hands

 

this woman is walking like a fast train

 

I love to walk pass this school fence

 

it’s a serious business this walking

 

I bow down to a particle which was flowing for billions of years

through the heart of the Universe so as to fly into the heart of these words

 

I’m walking and watching – I am a watcher

 

exister walker watcher dancer singer

 

snow on green grass

 

I’m walking – towards the heart of beauty

 

I’m walking – within the heart of beauty

 

I’m walking – I am the heart of beauty

 

church bells have rung once – it’s one o’clock

 

I’m walking slowly – I’m ringing slowly

 

I am a listener

 

I’m listening what is my bell ringing to me

 

it rings mellowness and goodness

 

just to see her

 

just to see him

 

thrower and catcher of ball

 

founder

 

seeder

 

I wink at the seeders of new money

 

looking after the ball always lifts me up and carries me away

 

I’m walking giving strength to my future walking

 

here goes beautiful – the woman selling apples said as she gave me my change

 

thank you thank – I am a thanker

 

I

kiss

you

exister

walker

watcher

listener

founder

thanker

seeder

dancer

singer

I

am

your

bud

 

 

I AM A TRIGGER OF LOVE

1849. day
23rd January 2010

singer trigger

 

it’s gloomy

 

gloomy is also nice – everything is nice – despite – how nice is the word gloomy

 

I started out – who is alone is with me

 

whoever started out – I am with him/her

 

I’m warming myself up by tucking in my scarf and buttoning up all the buttons

 

from today I will have a white dice with black spots with me on my walking

 

dry snow is falling – I’m enjoying plane trees

 

I’m greeting all that a million years ago was tram

 

I’m greeting all that is a tram anywhere in the Universe

 

I’m greeting all that is a tram to minerals and plants

animals spirits of nature people higher intelligence

 

tram – a city wanderer

 

while I was drawing a Good Walker as he’s saying with his arms

spread to all beings my dears snowflakes were falling on him as well as me

 

I love roundabouts

 

I love everybody who holds the Earth on the palm of their hand like a new born baby

 

I love to think of love that was coming forth from Nikolai Fyodorov’s heart

 

I love to pass through the parks

 

I love when it’s cold and I’m well dressed

 

be a fool

it’s written on the wall

 

I love all those who are rejoicing the joy

 

I love the word cyclamen as well as cyclamen colour

 

I’m caressing the Earth with my steps so as nobody would be stepping on it and so as nobody would humiliate anybody else

 

I am a restorer – I restore words in their first use

 

I am a repeater – repetition is resurrection

 

I feel good – I’m giving it to You

 

encourage yourself

 

I enjoy more and more in words

 

I enjoy in enjoyment

 

I am a hawk in Your chest

 

I wink at snowstorms

 

average of this week’s walking is 13.25km. I did

everything. I only worked a little on my smile as well as my back

 

tomorrow is Sunday. if nobody is around to rejoice You then You rejoice Sunday

 

tomorrow at noon I will be with You and all beings

 

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