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
393785
bud
smile in a step
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
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
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
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
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 life – God 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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