Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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 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




smile in a step

1827. day
1st January 2010


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




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










Miroslav Mandic





may live


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



1828. day
2nd January 2010

Bud has flown


just peacefully


with mind








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








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




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




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




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




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




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



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



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




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




1837. day
11th January 2010

stretch them out stretch them Good Walker











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




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



see you soon



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



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







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



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



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






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




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



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




1845. day
19th January 2010

last night I found diaries of Leaves and Grass


I started to do Leaves in December 1974




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


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






1847. day
21st January 2010


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






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



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




resurrection of all beings


I wink at the meekness



comfortable sneakers and large photographs


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


I’m gently joking


a detail spread on the bread of wholeness



resurrection of all beings


I wink to antiquity


expected spread on unexpected bread



shy and touching













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






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





















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