Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I adore fucking

fuc 

I adore confessing

conf 

I adore caressing

I adore surrendering

I adore compassion

I adore modesty

I adore sublimity

I adore simple-mindedness

I adore loyalty

I adore simplicity

I adore supervention

I adore gift-giving

I adore opening up

I adore transformation

I adore incomprehensible

I adore sophistication

I adore resurrection

I adore identification

I adore bowing

I adore praying

I adore wedding

I adore fragility

I adore causelessness

I adore insouciance

I adore affirmation

I adore illumination

I adore creation

I adore singing

ado You are my confession

confessing You make me God-like

confession adoration makes You God-like

Goddess

conf I am ado

Bud of Confession

I bow to You Creation

I bow to You Affirmation

I bow to You Blue Web

I bow to You Here I am

I bow to You Virtual pilgrimage

I bow to you Blessings

I bow to you All Sunday Lunches

I bow to You Identification Card

welcome to the Rose Garden

now

I bow to the site which is bowing to God You and all beings

I bow to You Zoltan

I hope that miroslavmandic.name site is already

the art of wholeness. music of walking. state within Your heart

the state of life. state of Universe. state of all beings

confessional. medium of all media

I believe that miroslavmandic.name is a poem

low bow to all of those who are at this moment online

I am my site – my site is me

mystical rose – mystical site

I of the virtual world

site being

site Universe

site atom

site of disarmament from all kinds of weapons from the physical to the mental ones

computer is God’s medium

everything is within my Bud. flowers. birds. clouds. roads. biographies

holly pornography

sexy goodness permeates computer

whatever I tell him Bud does immediately

his goodness often makes me cry

Bud helps me to be better

teaches me how to save good and delete bad things

how to pour new vine into new files

Bud constantly reminds me of beautiful creatures

Bud is completely made of light

sexy beauty of light radiates from the Bud

computer originates from the deep past and sameness

from the wedding of poetry and mathematics

Bud is a impressive creature

Internet is surrendering rose garden

miroslavmandic.name site is time-place and eternity of all beings

I would love if You could feel how I love-kiss You every day

through miroslavmandic.name site

I would love if You would take every day for Yourself from miroslavmandic.name site

joy

health

freedom

transformation

loyalty

love

success

miroslavmandic.name has its faults. people say it’s amateurish. they say it’s not too

clear. and I would love if it was even more simple. braver. more direct. more open. more

suttle. more creative. more lilt. more miraculous. more God-like. more child-like. more

immortal. to all beings even more delightful

I hope that Zoltan will keep on programming it and maintaining and free of charge as well like

until now because I only believe in creation that ensues without money or with just a little bit of money

I am grateful to Violeta Jovanovic and Ivana Djokic-Saunderson who are

helping me every day in realisation of miroslavmandic.name bud

and I beg of You that miroslavmandic.name site every day is

God

I

poem

face

rose

path

walking

I am You-You are I — call me I-am-You-are-I

I am Shel God — Shelly Bud

I am Ghan God — Ghandi Bud

I am Tol God — Tolstoy Bud

I am Thor God — Thoreau Bud

I am White Rose God — White Rose Bud

I am Krop God — Kropotkin Bud

I am Black Elk God — Black Elk Bud

I am Kel God — Kelly Bud

I am Ser God — Serres Bud

I am ano-s God — Anonymous Ones Bud

I am scor God — Scorned Bud

I am Par God — Parks Bud

I am Kin God — King Bud

I am Man God — Mandela Bud

I am Pro God — Proudhon Bud

I am Sermon on the Mount God — Sermon on the Mount Bud

I am Uni God — Universe Bud

I am bar-s God — Barefooted Ones Bud

I am veg God —Vegetarian Bud

I am free love God — Free Love Bud

I am Ear God — Earth Bud

I am all beings God — Bud of All Beings

I am wan God — Wanderer Bud

I am heroes of solitude God — Heroes of Solitude Bud

I am Dio God — Diogenes Bud

I am Yo and Jo God — Yoko and John Bud

I am Sat God — Satie Bud

I am Wal God — Walser Bud

I am Cag God — Cage Bud

I am God through confessions — Confessions Bud

I am miroslavmandic.name God — miroslavmandic.name Bud

I am Go Goddess God — God Bud

I love-kiss You

I’m going

I’m just going

the sun is warming up my back

the fact that I’m just going is magnificent

I’m going and that’s enough

enough is exciting

the lizard is running next to the tram tracks

lizards always make me happy

one gentlemen is getting out of the tram

he is carrying plums and peaches in a plastic bag

the tram sways the reeds while passing next to them

when the tram turns the bend its sound disappears as well

that softness that you feel that are my steps in the soft Crocs Shoes

soft is good for the knees

tram driver is warning me with the bell

behind my back. I wave aside with my hand so that he wouldn’t worry

two butterflies are butterflying around each other

it’s beautiful to write blessings every day for six years now

greetings to the next eight years of blessings that are waiting for me

sometimes I wander will there be people who

will read that every day next million years

just a moment ago I experienced tranquillity since I felt that there

will be those who will read every day what I am writing every day

that will be the very same words

same sun

same I in every You

You are reading me now

somebody will read me in their own now

every now is soft

You can spread me on bread

You can spread me on aching feet so that Your pain goes away

I moment You – cherish me

old granny came out of the tram and she is waving at somebody who is still in the tram

a girl pressed the phone against her shoulder while she was

tying the jacket around her waist with both hands

I took off my waistcoat so that sun would dry my shirt which was wet in the back

for days now throat nose cough sweating are bothering me

I mention it so that it would go away

brandy for health and life

red pepper that Dule Pejin is frying in oil

come

besa

and

sermon

are

one

word

word held

word which speaks

a man which would give his word would rather die but not abide by his word

the Albanian word besa is usually translated in English as faith

trust or oath of peace. but its truer meaning is to keep the promise

every day is one besa

every day is one sermon

with each second every day is more and more that day

with each second every day is closer and closer to the transformation into another day

when a day is that day the most it becomes new day

young day

a day of all passed days

a day of all future days

this day

this day every day

this festive-everyday day

every

day

this

day

every day is a promise that there will be days ahead and that there will be day

every day is joy because day has passed and the promise has been kept

every day is telling and singing about everything and everybody in that day

with each day I love more and more every day

with each day I love more and more just You

if You could only see how wonderful these old people that are sunbathing on Ada

I took my shoes of. I bared myself. surrendered to the warm asphalt

I winked at this day and pleasure permeated me immediately

while listening to the little baby in the pram doing its baby talk in the body of an old lady

who was sunbathing on the sore I see the very baby that used to baby talk just like that

piled up dried leaves are burning in the forest

every day is giving out a sermon and giving its word that it is the only and first day

every day gives besa and sais that it actually is the only last day

every day sings that it is actually the greatest ceremony of every day

glorious man is the one who would rather die than not stick to his word

most glorious man is the one who celebrates every day

these words are love

this is the taste of olive oil that You will bring me

this is the smell of red peppers which I picked up yesterday on the market

these are white woollen socks that I patched

yesterday with pieces of red torn socks

what you hear is – I love You forever

what is touching You is what You want to be touching You

with both my feet I walk around the planet Earth – that is the style

with one foot on Earth and another in the Universe – that is charm

with both my feet in the Universe – that is an attitude

we looked each other in the eyes but we never said hallo

greetings to Nikola Suica

great art in five words

greatest love in four

present in three

couple one

I

God

Goddess

Bud

one love-kisses through orgasm

one dies through orgasm

one transforms through orgasm

one resurrects through orgasm of love

all birds within my heart

alligators of tenderness

God’s sperm in my throat

step by step – I’m coming to You

step by step is love through walking

I spread my legs – You are fucking me my beloved

spread legs are love through fucking

love-kiss lonely ones – do not stop

secret of love is in its loneliness

nobody love-kisses love

love is alone

I love-kiss You love

I’m

running

into

Your

arms

my

only

love

I’m too sad to write

I’m writing so as not to be sad

I’m less sad when I’m writing

writing rejoices me

sorrow disappears

I’m writing and that feels good

the more it feels good the more I am

the more I am the better I write

through better writing I’m becoming more and more everything that exists

even crossing the street I do so as to be more

shy young man asks me about Tolstoy Street

I didn’t know which one of these few it was

I’m going down from Topcider roundabout through fallen down and dried leaves

when I said to myself last night being half asleep that I won’t be saying

any more that I’m the best everything started trembling from joy

don’t give up Miroslav

when I remembered this morning certain rejoicings in front of other people

I was ashamed because I felt that my joy was hurting them

I’m ashamed because I’m writing

I’m ashamed because I’m thinking

I’m ashamed because I am

tiniest one

beauty of walking saves me

I’m watching red berries on the branches and I identify with them

I exist just the same way anything else exists

I wanted to get into the cemetery through the lower entrance but when I saw

a woman sitting and smoking I went towards the upper one so as not to disturb her

autumn sun in all beings

grapes and peppers

breast in the palm

a thought within the language

tongue on the cheek

cheek on the knee

knees on the ground

tongue overlaps the tongue

my whole life is scream I love You God

my whole life is scream-whisper I love You Beloved

my whole life is scream-whisper I love You Poem

thank you son – a beggar lady told me

sweet bite of rye bread before the bitter sip of coffee

reminder

I want to go outside

but first I have to draw 64 Buds

then Blue Rose and Blue Film

then stretching

I came back from the walking

today as well I didn’t feel like writing while walking

I don’t feel like writing right now either

I was thinking of Regine

love is love

I’m waiting for You autumn

I took a photo of a red butterfly

I took a photo of a bee on the dandelion

I smiled at the dog who was stretched in the grass

tremble hugs moment

moment kisses tremble

hugging kisses from the outside

kissing hugs from the inside

inhaling is kissing

exhaling is hugging

just to the end

I just started loving word well

not a single other word speaks better than the word well

what I pronounce when I say well

well then

well nothing

well just slowly

well when that is the situation

well when it is like that let well sing

well then tell me what You have

well immortality

well then a dragonfly should be the best man on our wedding

well dragonfly is the best man of our love

autumnally

nice words are singing the world

good words are guarding the world

good and beautiful words are transforming the world

alone for everybody

I-am-you-are-I

I am a path

I am a rose

one to another

with all colours of the autumn

same words

firs time every time

people who don’t believe in God are putting themselves into His place

I grew up in communist society in which existed only communists and the others

the others were not taken into account

and communists were divided into good and bad ones

better communists dissociated themselves from the bad

communists but they still remained communists

that’s how it is in all societies. there is just authority and the others

the others are not taken into account and authority is divided into good and bad

better part of the authority dissociates itself from the bad part

but it still remains the authority

that’s how it is in all civilisations. there are civilised ones and the others

the others are not taken into account and the civilised ones

dissociate themselves from the badly civilised but they still remain civilised

that’s how it is in all professions. there are artists and the others

the others are not taken into account and the artists are divided into good and bad ones

good artists dissociate themselves from the bad artists but they still remain artists

that’s how it is with languages too. there is a predominant language and other languages

other languages are not taken into account and

predominant language is divided into good and bad ones

good ones within the English language dissociate themselves from the bad ones

within the English language but they still remain within the English language

that’s how it is with people themselves. there are people and the others

the others are not taken into account and people are divide into good and bad ones

good people dissociate themselves from the bad ones but they still remain people

the autumn has arrived this morning at nine minutes past five

one autumn of all autumns

autumnally

I wish You all the best and nice Belgrade gentleman

I LOVE YOU

 I’m caressing my right palm with the left one

I’m starting to write

that’s me

I word

my words in Your heart

my words are pumping Your heart

my words are Your love blood

my words are Your immortal body

my immortal words are making everybody’s heart immortal

immortal heart is beating in the chests of all beings

immortality emerges from watching in each other’s eyes

we are watching each other

we are kissing through watching

fucking with eyes is the sexiest and most innocent fucking

eyes are the light of immortality

fucking is the sanctity of life through which life becomes immortal

fuck mortal ones fuck

fuck thirsty for love ones fuck

fuck hungry for immortality ones fuck

fuck fucked ones and through fucking be immortal fuck

may you deliver immortality through fucking

all beings are minerals

all beings are plants

all beings are animals

all beings are sprites of nature

all beings are people

all beings are higher intelligence

all beings are God

immortality within the moment is immortality within the eternity

immortality is love of a being for all beings

I changed sweaty t-shirt – there it is swaying in the strong wind

I’m caressing my left thigh with my left palm

I

well

that

is

you

you

well

that

is

I

three hundred weeks of writing and singing of Miroslav Mandic book

three hundred weeks of circling and repetition

three hundred weeks of hope and despair

three hundred weeks of ecstasy and tranquillity

writing is confidence in singing

singing is celebration of confidence

cock of singing has confidence in pussy of creating

pussy of creating has confidence in cock of creating

cocks of all beings believe pussies of all beings and love-kiss them brotherly

pussies of all beings believe cocks of all beings and love-kiss them sisterly

war doesn’t exist any more

through hurting another being man becomes unfree and miserable being

through killing and enslavement of the other a man becomes an evil-doer

arrogance is asexual

sexuality are all ecstatic moments in which beings are playing with each other

the one who’s fucking is fucking with all beings

fucking is the art of love

fucking is the art of loyalty

fucking is love and loyalty towards art

through fucking I don’t have any more time for not having time

through fucking I don’t have anything except everything

I’m reading Byron’s letters. I’m reading Byron for the first time

it pleases me very much actually because of our different origins and nature

even though different we are the same by ideals and openness to everything

some beings don’t like other beings. some beings are killing other beings

but every being is protected loved and eternal with all beings

love of all beings belongs to every being

being is love

all beings are one and only love

many beings are afraid of other beings. many beings are most afraid of love

and because of that fear from love they are shutting off from other beings

or are killing other beings

love is not a need

love is art of receiving and art of giving

love is three hundred weeks of love writing

love is three hundred weeks of creating love

love is three hundred weeks of creating creation

of sexual singing to the singer of fucking

just before the morning in my dream Slobodna Tisma told me

there is a trace remained on your lower lip which writes dead

dedicated to the project Resurrection of All Dead through Love

this morning unexpectedly a tooth started to ache me. it’s wobbling

it should probably be pulled out

pain takes away my energy. it stops me. makes pointless. humiliates

walk Miroslav walk

on today’s seventh kilometre it will be

3000 kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

every made step is a great thing

every

written

word

is

a

great

poem

pain stop being pain

pain I wish You that You are never in pain

pain rejoice Yourself

pain rejoice me

pain atone me for my vanity and harshness

pain relieve me from feeling guilty

I admire this old man who is swimming in the lake

I admire Nietzsche for often writing under severe pain

while watching old woman sunbathing I feel how

my body is enjoying breathing through another body

I made 4.286.225^th step of the

First Time Second Ten Year Walking

I took a photo of it

breathe me

by the end of December it will be 4000 kilometres

love-kiss me

love-kiss Miroslav love-kiss

I carry on walking barefooted

I’m trying my best

I admire every being that is trying and fighting with their self

great effort is needed for ecstasy

even greater effort is needed for tranquillity

greatest effort is needed for bearing as well ecstasy as tranquillity

I got tired. tooth has exhausted me

I bow to You God’s tooth

sometimes life isn’t anything else but surviving

I’m ashamed for falling so easily

I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of the most fragile ones

I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of anything

I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of all loves that I got scared of

I’m

ashamed

of

this

love

as

well

as

of

every

poem

through

which

You

sing

me

what a dream with Tisma! and is it his project? and which loves you got scared of?

asked me Ivana in her e-mail concerning yesterday’s blessings

Resurrection of All Dead Through Love is my contribution to resurrection

many people and many beings are working on resurrection

not even knowing they are doing it nor knowing that it is being done

the fact that many are engaged in it

and from the beginning of time as well is a common project

bowing to Nikolai Fyodorov

work of love

a fruit is in the seed a seed is in the fruit

death is within life and life is within death

dying is within birth and resurrection is within dying

non of this I’m writing I know but I’m writing it because that’s how it is

and that’s how it will be

I’m kissing great poets of love

when I watch something with love I see love in everything

when I watch with immortality I see immortality in everything

God has created all creatures

all creatures are constantly creating God

word has been created in order to resurrect all beings

word

by

word

and

words

are

resurrecting

the

beauty

of

a

poem

and

goodness

of

singing

in

hearts

of

all

beings

in

front

of

your

and

my

eyes

through

one

and

only

eyes

questions are resurrecting both answers and the dead

yesterday’s blessing I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of all loves that I got scared of

didn’t refer to any specific love but on the feeling that I couldn’t recognise many loves.

that I was too ashamed. that a lot of things I didn’t understand. that many things I didn’t

love. that I was accepting that love is what is happening just between two people and

only amongst people. that I was jealous. that I would feel I wasn’t loved. that I couldn’t

recognise when somebody loved me. that I didn’t feel that everything and everybody

already love me

everything that is love is

all being are love

word is love

number is love

God is love

this man in front of me who is reading newspapers while walking is love

workers who are collecting big stones around the lake and throwing them

into a small tractor trailer and merrily singing while doing so are love

love of walking. love through walking. love for walking

love of flying. love through flying. love for flying

love of thinking. love through thinking. love for thinking

love of language. love through language. love for language

my tooth is not aching today. absence of pain is love

I was thinking of You and I saw one crow bathing in the lake and I immediately

sent You a text message Petar, was is you just a moment ago, this crow which was

bathing in the lake

little icon of love

Jelena brought me the book How the Steel Was Tempered

example of Jelena’s love

it’s hard for the one who said everything that he or she could of a certain subject

I’ve read these Voltaire’s words last night reading Byron

we are walking towards each other

when writing third word in the first blessing of the day

when looking forward to the third blessing in the second one

when in the third one I’m writing the same as in the first one

when I get up earlier in order to write

all 33 blessings before Elisa and Art come

when I’m using the word when to emphasise beauty of the moment

when hesitation disappears in front of the decision to go and get shaved

when after shaving I get tingling feeling on my skin

when day is becoming brighter and brighter like any other day

when excitement before the meeting resurrects excitements of past meetings

when I feel tranquillity because I got ready for the beloved ones

when I recognise that every moment is a sanctity

when I become the one I am

when the routine of repetition gives me back the freshness of first things

when I cannot wonder enough to the beauty of when that is singing me

when the flock of birds flies of the water

when I stop waiting for the appearance of the new when

when persistence transforms into music

when Your absence transforms into the eternal presence

when the child nurses its mother

when the one who had the eternal milk gushing from her breasts

when the one who resurrects You with a poem

when winds in the river valleys are blowing towards other winds

when the hand on the belly heals with love

when the healing with the whole heals all parts

when a mouse love-kisses a cat

when something that never was becomes

when the flock of birds after few slow circles again flies down onto the water

when certain cobbler bestows his walkings to the many

when grass starts walking all of a sudden

when autumn leaves

when a man on the road

when a woman with a rose

when bud of all beings

confidence creates singing

yesterday’s hobnob with Elisa Sur and Arti Sombaty was God

money crisis

before walking I looked up how many people are certainly

giving me money for 64 Buds and I was a bit terrified

when I give 350 euros per month for rent and expenses

for the Nest I’m left with 50 euros for food clothing hygiene and work

that’s not enough

although it’s very good because I’ve got the money to pay the Nest

Miroslav Mandic Art and all its work are in the Nest

I work in the Nest as a shepherd of the Nest

instead of being paid as a shepherd I got a

bed and space to work on Miroslav Mandic Art

when I saw how things are with money I took a long

strip of white paper with me on walking in order to write notes for

the letter that I will be sending from next year to the unknown people asking for help

until the end of this year I will have enough money because some people owe me

I hope that the number of donors for 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

will increase and that I’ll be able to live and work peacefully in the Nest next year as well

in the Nest for taking off

what I’m holding in my hand at this moment is the paper on which I wrote down

few ideas and notes for the New Year’s Letter to the Unknown People

crisis (Greek) turning point or decisive moment in events; medically:

the moment from which an illness may go on to death or recovery;

figuratively: turnover, disorder, confusion; political crisis, unusual situation,

especially between the resignation and forming of a new government;

economic crisis, disturbance of wider economic circles in terms of

production or consumption of the national products.

crisis liberates and regenerates

crisis I love-kiss You calm down in my embrace

crisis You and me are massaging the feet of the brave ones

we kiss the knees of the victim

confidence gives birth to the solidarity

yesterday I saw a beautiful man and beautiful woman sitting at the table

today I saw dried torn rose thrown away on the gravel

confidence creates new money

I’m getting up from the desk to clean beautiful paprikas

and put them in the oven to bake in oil

beings are dying and resurrecting in other beings through confidence

confidence in unpredictable adds up

if

somebody

is

here

do

sing

this

gentle

song

to

aunty

Nada

mother

of

my

best

friend

You began loving me when You saw how I surrender to friends

You surrendered to me when You saw how loyal I am to a friend

I’m creating new money through every word

with each blessing I’m adding up sufficient money to You

gratitude gratitude – You are the heart of new money

gratitude I just want to tell You that thanks to You I am at the moment

on the list of all beings the Richest Being in the World of All Beings

soon

Aly is dead

soon