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

    313785

    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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