Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

goodbye cactus

little is so little exactly as much as big is big

incomprehensible

the biggest is yearning for the smallest

the smallest is yearning for the biggest

everything that is is constant wedding of the biggest and smallest

one step for the biggest one step for the smallest

biggest wouldn’t exist without the smallest

nowhere the biggest isn’t feeling so good like in the biggest

I’m gently holding my hand on Your belly

I write with love – I write to love

art of the chestnut

it’s getting warmer – sparrows are flying again

I wink at the flees

I winked at the flees because I’m thinking all the time about the sense

just now I felt the sense of today’s walking

I’m walking so as to hug the Universe

shall we go there to cheat the people

one young boy says to another near Vuk monument

Universe couldn’t exist if nobody was hugging it

infinity of existence

genesis is the only happening

within the genesis everybody has its own place

everybody exists only through genesis

I hug everybody who hugs

good throat sings beautifully

when body hair stands up from the joy the world is always saved

I’m still holding my hand on Your belly

everything I am doing is cosmic work

street works in the Universe

under the light of the public of all beings

beggars are the spout and delta of goodness

while I’m walking I lift myself a bit with my foot

of the right leg and that’s enough for the eternal art

I wink at Ignacy Witkiewicz

dedicated to Vera Varady’s Czeslaw Milosz

I finished reading of Mahabharata. I don’t want to

hurt anybody but world of warriors and wars is not my world

all big epics that are talking about war and war waging are not mine

I live on new not yet written epics

on epos about patient observation

epos about lofty non- action

epos about not opposing the evil

epos about a horse who is contemplating over man

epos about glorious bacteria and viruses

epos about grass and hay

epos about the centre that is everywhere and periphery that is nowhere

epos about love for every particle

epos about big singing of small songs

epos about the Bud of All Beings

epos about a child which is resurrecting all creatures

epos about the eyes of this woman who is crossing the pedestrian crossing

epos not about the theory of everything but about love for everything

epos about anonymous forces of love

Jelena Besir and I had coffee at the half way point

of her 2/33 Walking for the Bud of All Beings

epos of loneliness

epos of the rain – warm rain is starting

epos of thinking

epos ball

eposgame

epos of care-freeness

epos of groundless heroism and heroism of groundlessness

epos of the root and fruit of words

epos about the best one – poem is telling the best one

unlike the ancient epics that are telling about the best ones

biggest epos ever written – epos about anything

I-epos

by epos-ohm

by

ohm

p

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e

m

it’s so beautiful that I’m walking slowly from the beginning

heavenly. harmless. innocent

I also took off my sweat-shirt I’m just in my shirt

near the main Post Office I think of snowdrops

the wind is getting stronger. it’s colder. I feel cold for a while

just to say sorry for slagging you at the writer’s forum

approached me and told… who I haven’t seen for twenty years

I can only imagine how people some people are slagging me

to be slagged is good for calming down

I’m holding my palm around my throat. all my attention is going towards

keeping myself from coldness

when I got going I thought how good it was that I put on such a light clothes

now I’m thinking quite the opposite that it’s not so good I put on such light clothes

I was hoping that on the Bulevard’s uphill I’ll come across a leeward spot

but I didn’t

my palm around my neck and just as soon as possible to get to the Nest

I’m thinking about a lot of situations in which beings are hiding

themselves in shelters

under the eaves running away from the rain

into the leeward spot from wind

into the warm to keep away from the cold

coming into the nest

crawling into the pits and holes

entering the cities

getting to the wood

running away into the basements from bombs

running away from tyranny all the way until they reach free territory

if I’m already freezing and worrying may at least the blessings stay

if I’m already slagged off may there at least be blessings about slagging

if I was better dressed it would have been a different tune

but instead it’s this blown through one

older gentleman with his hand on his back is peacefully whistling

I drank a warm tee

I had a warm shower

I drank lemonade

I already changed the sweaty undershirt

I’m drinking a bit of brandy

I wink at the one who has slagged me on the writer’s forum

I wink at winking

I will be drawing little circles for every plane tree on the Boulevard in Belgrade

it’s been said that they are eighty to ninety years old but soon in spite of their

beauty and incredible importance for life and culture of Belgrade they will be

cold-bloodedly cut down

by the circle-wholeness I will heal me-You and all beings from helplessness

because I can’t prevent evils that are constantly happening in the world

who is – what kind of a being – is developing financing and producing

weapons that are used for killing

it’s starting to rain slightly. will I manage to draw all the little circles

people are terribly cruel – unsurpassed killers

but good deeds of rare beings are surpassing evil doings of people

as I pass the plane tree I draw a little circle

I drew all plane trees from Cvetko’s Market to the main Post Office

I’m getting a cramp in my left hand in which I was holding a pad and crayons

I continued to Kalemegdan in order to cover today’s mileage

I’m starting to draw little circles for every plane tree

across the road from the main Post Office to the Cvetko’s Market

I finished – all the plane trees are now alive forever

although man will soon commit the slaughter

slaughter-man

slaughter-man transform yourself into the healer

man – don’t take the life of the other beings

man – clean your evils and sins in the oceans of tears of other beings

man – may Your chest tremble with love cry for all beings

man – you can’t live or survive if you kill any other being

man – have you ever seen the beauty of the green moss on the trees

man – have you ever seen an apple on the tree branches

man – have you ever been saved from coldness by a tree

man – have you ever found better method of thinking than the

picture of tree

man – give birth to the nursery plants

man – quiet down within trees

man – find your survival in the lungs of trees

man – you are just a servant to the dignity of trees

man – trees are the blue roses in the universe

man

personal religion is the religion solely of God

God alone

God of all beings

all big religions are just private religions

man

conscience is knowledge

knowledge itself

knowledge of all beings

all big universities are just the interest of private knowledge

man

giving your life to the other is the only economy

profit itself

harmony of all beings

all big corporations and banks are just death and sorrow of private ownership

man

Your beauty is the beauty of God

beauty itself

beauty of all beings

all big fashions in everything and also in art are just private and old fashioned

only-I-you

lumberjack

healer

calmer

waiter

I bow down to Your face

I bow down to the grass which is swaying in the snow

I bow down to the nostrils and pine needles

I bow down to the bow-downs of all pilgrims

I bow down to the openness

I bow down to the walk while walking

bow down is freedom with which free people are kissing the un-free

I bow down to all hugs

I bow down because I enjoy bowing down

I bow down to flowers that smell nice

I bow down to the road that leads everyone to everybody

I bow down to the easiness of bowing down

I bow down to the hand on the chest

I bow down to the lips on the groin

wow how bowing down is healing

everything gathers in the bow-down

I stop anywhere and I just bow down – I call that wise

I bow down to the seriousness of bowing down

I bow down to the tenderness of bowing down

I bow down to the particle that is trotting through

the heart of the Universe for millions of years

I bow down to the dog in the city in which there is not even a mad dog

I bow down to the fingers of my hands that folded up in the prayer for prayer

I bow down to the heart that is kissing the lonely hearts

I bow down to the heroism of those who have

endured the pain of love and not hurting anybody

I bow down to everyone who brings peace to somebody else

I bow down to the mystery of the soil

I bow down to the holy scriptures that are talking about the one and about simplicity

I bow down to the yearning that is giving You birth within me

I bow down to the warm and dry long legged boots on my legs

thanks to Vesna Milovic who gave them to me couple of years ago

I bow down to the inexhaustibility of repeating the unrepeatable

only repeating is singing the unrepeatable and that’s why I bow down again

I bow down to the bud of Your belly button

I bow down to the bud of Your heart

a battle of all beings for all beings has started

I kiss my mortality – it is an eternal immortality

rose of blaze

blazing rose

if I’d known in my youth that I will be so alone

in my life I probably wouldn’t dared to go this way

that way I neither wanted nor I cloud have went

if I didn’t go this way I would have barely existed or I would have killed myself

thank God I went this way

I am alone so as to really be with somebody

I am alone so as to really be with everybody

I am alone because all beings are alone

only when a being is alone a being is with all beings

alone is everything

why don’t you learn how to make medicinal tinctures

I’m walking the planet – I’m circling in the heart of all beings

ocean of loneliness – ocean of permeating

kings are disgusting – presidents are boring

said the king of all kings to the president of all presidents

kings are killers – presidents are mass killers

said the king of a king to the president of a president

by walking loneliness turns into the bud

by walking and writing loneliness turns into the Bud of All Beings

oh how this yellow butterfly rejoiced me

one can’t know everything but one can love everything

knowing is lesser than loving

I am precedes everything and creates everything

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I didn’t see the yellow butterfly

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I don’t feel all beings

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if I don’t live for You even though

You are not around

I couldn’t bare the loneliness if there weren’t those

who are alone and who bared it and are enlarging love of all beings

mother instinct of alone ones is the instinct for all beings

and not for the one’s own beings

alone ones are not at war – they don’t steal nor kill

alone ones don’t write history – alone ones are dancing and singing

loneliness is disappearing with merging of the couple or togetherness of all beings

merging of two people lasts briefly and togetherness of all beings doesn’t exist yet

there are twenty three million people in this world who live like sex slaves

the moment I started to go I was filled with joy from big boots

I’m going to see the yellow colour that I saw by chance yesterday

is it somebody’s art work or was the railroad house painted in it just like that

I’m going to see that yellow since it seemed to me

as the most important thing that can be done today in this world

most important since it is unimportant

unimportance is important because it’s not corrupted

everything that is important is invalid because it’s corrupted

science will be celebrated only when it starts being engaged in the unimportant

towards yellow

maybe it is some important art work but I don’t know that

for me that yellow is a great art work

whenever something is expensive it is corrupted and

therefore it can’t be a great art work no matter how much

the corrupted ones have been declaring it as such

I’m taking one metre long steps in order that none of my

thoughts would be judgement or condemnation but free thought

when I say that there is much more music in yellow of

the railroad house than in the city philharmonics I didn’t say anything

bad about the philharmonics but I said good about the yellow

when I say that everything important is corrupted and unimportant

uncorrupted I’m not accusing important but celebrate unimportant

I create eternal art for all beings and that means also

for philharmonics and science and corrupted beings

11:10am

two more kilometres to the yellow

yellow is only half way up. the upper half is some gray-white colour

yellow is spattered from the cars that are passing by

and that’s how it’s even more beautiful that yellow

I forgot about everything and I just walked – that was in glory of yellow

Bud of All Beings is the struggle of all beings for all beings

I believe that human beings as well are living for

all beings and that’s why I believe that human beings have

the need to free themselves from human restraints and society

Bud of All Beings is setting free human beings from human

society that enslaves them so as they would enslave other beings

freedom is love for all beings and not only for some beings

love for all beings is not destroying but just kisses all beings

I’m on Sava. spring waters are carrying everything in front of it

I’m going to see the yellow and tomorrow I will come to see

this grass mixed with moss

river say to everybody that I’m going to see the yellow colour on the railroad house

I said quietly to river Sava

I lifted up three little stones the size of a thumb

nail. richness – from today I will be gathering stones

I’m heading to see the yellow and I’m immensely enjoying this rain by the river

here it is – here I am. yellow is yellowing and confirming itself

even in this greyness of the rain

6.96 km to the yellow. I made 36 photos of the yellow

in the end one man approached me and drove me away because I’m not

allowed to take photos of yellow. I told him thank you and he told me

thank you is worth nothing

cactus – happiness of all beings

I said to cactus when I got into the Nest

today I’ll go to see the grass mixed with moss

it’s on the docks

grown around some metal bar

I haven’t even drank one sip of coffee and I’m already thinking of the grass and moss

walking towards the sun

it’s bitter. strong and gentle. first sip. of nescafe

I’m finishing the drawing of the Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

sun is shining

while I was drawing little circles on the drawing I was thinking with excitement

about the sentence sun is shining

it’s raining. wind is blowing. it’s snowing. sun is shining

what is shining and how the sun shines

sun is shining

wow how sun is shining is nicely said sentence

I’m watching the day through the window

it shines

light is still young and it smells of morning

sun is shining hey

life shines

God shines

I shines

I shines in the word sh-I-nes

shines the word shines

by shining of the sun every word shines

shining sowing

(in Serbian very similar: “sijanje” “sejanje”)

ing – God’s light

light is the body of all beings

light is the food and love of all beings

light is home – homeland of all beings

light – road that I will take to the grass and moss

they are cutting the plane trees

when a feeling of pleasure permeates me

that’s some good being somewhere caresses all beings

here are first snowdrops on the street. a lot of hearts

trembles when first snowdrops appear in town

may God give you to always have and always give

an old woman told me in Svetogorska street

I’m caressing grass and moss

if there was no God I wouldn’t be a poet

fawn

doe

countless sexes of the one and only love

countless loves of the one and only sex

everything lives just from Your love

your

breath

my

breath

one

breath

I am a body of all metaphors

who dares doesn’t judge

melancholy of birth giving gives birth to the eternal melancholy

joy of the creation creates the eternal joy

nonviolence is the one and only love

I’m outside – I sing through God – air

I am peace of all beings in my heart

it’s raining – sun is not shining – sun is shining

the best one is fighting on the side of the winners just until they win

the best ones are on the side of the winners after the win

the best one liberates people from tyranny and criminal of the best ones

dedicated to Vladimir Macura

cut plane trees – horrible sight – apocalypse

everyone who feels every moment that many beings

are experiencing apocalypse will save all beings from apocalypse

little sister – joyful tears

the best one is admiring the best one

for best ones it goes without saying that others admire them

only the lone one kisses everything

if couple don’t transform into one they kiss just halves

through thinking everything – everything is and sings

through thinking everything – everything thinks and kisses me

through thinking everything – I’m kissing the thought that thinks everything

this is the blessing in which like in every poem one can take out word by word

until you come to your word from which you will live with all beings

always and forever

love love love I cheer You

I spoke out while I was drawing Good Walker

I’m going back through the Boulevard. again deterrent sounds of a saw and

horrible sights of massacre

in my heart I’m sawing the seed of all beings

in my mind I’m sawing the seed of not yet created beings

only

from

nothing

everything

by

the

same

poem

first

time

by

the

same

poem

again

by

the

same

poem

god

if I wasn’t a poet I wouldn’t have been God

I’M KISSING YOU SUNDAY’S LONELINESS – COSMIC LONELINESS

IMMORTAL LIFE IS PRECONDITION OF THE LIFE OF ALL BEINGS

I can no longer live if I don’t die with butchered plane trees

I can no longer live if I don’t die every second

with all killed beings anywhere in the Universe

I can no longer live if I don’t die every day with beings that are dying

I can no longer love if I’m not compassionate with unloved ones

I can no longer give birth if every second I don’t scream

through screaming of a newborn ones

I can no longer create if I don’t identify

with the ones for whom creating has been forbidden

it’s really nice how much I know you. I don’t know when exactly it happened

that I have learned you. but I know a lot about you and it feels really pleasant. there

is certainly a lot I don’t know about you but you are one of the people I know the

most of. you are actually the only one. I know more about you and your history

than about any other man

Branka Zgonjanin wrote me while we were chatting

I would love if you’d known everything about me. I would love that everybody knew

everything about me

I answered Branka

one is open

only the one is open

open is immortal

freedom is open

fears are in secrets

the weapon that is used for ruling others reigns within the secrets

openness is the nest of all beings

woman in Zaplanjska street is sitting on the steps in front

of the shop. she is smoking a cigarette. cleaning the knees of her pants and cries

you are like ones you are with – I am with all beings

I cooked the beetroot

I am a constant petition through which

the beauty of every being and goodness of all beings is supported

Miroslav Mandic is handwriting of all beings

when I write Miroslav Mandic I wrote Your name

when anybody writes their name they wrote Miroslav Mandic

thunders are guarding tender beings

all beings are tender

all beings are guarding thunders

I will give You my scarf

I caress Your toe nails

I caress all beings within You

You who kiss life I caress Your brave decision that You have just come to

I caress Your tenderness that You need to carry out Your decision

I constantly think of You

You are my thought

I am Your path-life-love

when I get money I will buy 129600 millimetres of white wool. for every

blessing one millimetre. I will wind in a ball all blessings written until then

then I will wind every week 198 millimetres

of white wool – 198 blessings written that week

white ball of wool

bud of love

that white ball of wool is this book

a ball

writing through balling – balling through writing

a ball is circling by stillness

Miroslavness

Miroslavey of creating

Odyssey of Odysseus

Miroslavey of Miroslav

there are no halves. there are no compass points

therE arE no boundariEs of time but just the energy of love

only one I of every I

everything is in one

white geese are taking off from the water

soul is flying

fire is creating

air is kissing

water is transforming

earth exists

down is up – up is down

there is here – here is there

soft is hard – hard is soft

white is white – white is white

Miroslavics of all beings

Miroslavics of wedding of all beings with all beings

Miroslavey of humbleness and tameness

Miroslavey of loyalty and simplicity

Miroslavey of God

Miroslavey of creating is creating of Miroslav Mandic and singing of Miroslav Mandic

geese are flying

I’m running the water

all beings sing within me

Buds are asking me when will Ana come to draw us again

I sent e-mail yesterday to Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic

well that’s true, a Garden sometimes needs a female hand. tell them I’m

coming soon... I think it will be Tuesday 9^th March around 11:30 but

I must confirm that... because my grandma has a birthday that day

and I’m not sure if she will live till then... let it then be as it must be

Ana answered me

I hope I will soon start drawing 33 Pictures of Eternal Life

God is creating within me

when I’m happy I’m always also happy for all beings

this is unbearably good-beautiful idea for You

read me better than I am writing

I am writing better than anybody can read me

why didn’t I approach her

marry me – I am married to You

I kiss You loyally but get out of my sight if You don’t feel why I resent you

I admire Rousseau for leaving his five kids in a children’s home

I admire Teresa Levasseur Rousseau’s wife for enduring Rousseau’s decisions

this that flickers flickers in glory of flickering

Van Gogh’s paintings are just a hint of Van Gogh Christ

thus how and where from has come thus

only a nostalgia for this moment is live nostalgia

the fact that sometimes I don’t want to say anything

says more than if I have said anything

every blade of grass

any sparrow

what a cows

tree in mud is not rotting

sun’s ember – heart of the planet Earth

when I’m happy I’m always happy for Fernando Pessoa as well

just look at this beauty of a sentence

smell of cows

why didn’t you approach me

I love less and less football but I love more and more football ball

word

underneath

a

word

is

a

poem

word next to a word is a story

word in a circle is a poem and fairytale of the Bud of All Beings

in the book these words should be arranged in a circle

I am http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Herrera

I am http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Zinn

I am is love that identifies

I am snow

I love to draw fine lines with ink and pen

I love to write words on top of the words

I love not yet existing law by which the acquired wealth

during the life can’t be inherited but just transferred to all beings

everyone that ever existed is now me

everything that ever existed is now me

all water

all stones

all light

a friend tells me that she got all money from the state budget for the film

I don’t know how to make films but I know how to ask for and get the money for them

I made this up

I put hand cream on my feet as well as calf length boots and here I am on the snow

when I was sixteen I wrote first poem about black and white snow

first poem I saved is when I was twenty and it’s called Nevenka

first two-three hundred poems I burnt in a trash can when I was twenty one

I bought an elastic band for a green jogging suit that I found on the street

three-four months ago

I am a theory of theory – You are theory of theory

I create theories – You are a practical theory

I love the same in each letter – You love differences in each letter

I love Woody Guthrie You Bob Dylan

important is thought through well only if it is thought a little bit and short

an un important is not thought through but one rather exists

for all of that what is not important and is not unimportant all thoughts

are being and are spent

I love to think like a child

I love to think like a rock that ibex/Alpine mountain goats are climbing over

I also love to think like today’s wind over the river

everyone who endangers the weaker is already dead

state is already dead

institutions are already dead

big corporations are already dead

who at least once has experienced one will always love and be one

I love when world is beautiful like eyes of this woman who looked at me

as she was passing by

oh joy

oh-joy

joy work joy

You’ll be breath taken from beauty and love of

Miroslav Mandic when You open up to him

I live whole my life in order to write this in this exact way

sun is shining it’s really cold

Miroslav Mandic – first poet of all beings

Miroslav Mandic – first artist of all beings

Miroslav Mandic – first walker of all beings

Miroslav Mandic – first fight in which nobody

fights against anybody but everybody fights for everybody

who believes me believes themselves

rejoice me – believe me

touch – it’s touching

I

opened

up

to

you

and

you

are

immortal

wind is blowing like crazy and it’s pretty cold – a man said to somebody

over the phone

I am a juicy peach of language

Nietzsche constantly Nietzsche – Nietzsche constantly sprouts

(Serbian “sprout” is written and pronounced the same as name Nietzsche)

the more objective it is the more false it is – the more public the more secretive it is

Nikolai Fyodorov

when I got into the Nest I took out the money and I saw

that this week I have saved 300 dinars. but I also noticed that

I have lost the batteries for my dictaphone that cost 600 dinars

my heart is full because after a long time I saw my beggar

Ruzica and her seven year old daughter Sanja. they were happy

to see me. that makes me happy and proud although Ruzica said

she has been in prison for three days because of beggary

this man and his civilization with these kind of

laws are dead because he locks up god’s creatures

I love You Sanja – I love You Ruzica

once more

I love You even more Sanja – I love You even more Ruzica

art of pillow case

I give this idea to Jelena Besir as a present

I miss reeds

I’m hungry. I’m tired. I’m sleepy

news of the day is that the day is the news

only news of every day is actually that the day is the only news

last night in Kalenic café I met seventy year old beautiful

woman who is coming into the Kalenic café for 33 years

dedicated to the art of 33

we are the heart of all beings

four in the afternoon

yesterday I had a thought that I can hardly wait to wake up and write You

I got up at half seven but there was no water

Jelena Besir didn’t call to tell me if she is coming to

take photos of 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

the telephone rang and Violeta asked me is your mobile phone not working

I realised that I didn’t take it out of my jacket yesterday and I didn’t hear it ringing

Violeta asked me to ask Ivana to check the blessings in Serbian

since today and tomorrow as well as maybe for the rest of the week

she won’t have the access to the internet

on the mobile phone I saw that Jelena has already left

and that she phoned me several times

I called Jelena to tell her to stop by somewhere to the toilet since

mine was full of the material that didn’t go for the lack of water

Jelena bought water so we made coffee

I drew all 64 Buds and Jelena took photos of them

I drew Blue Rose and Jelena recorded Blue Film

I gave to Jelena a little stone from the Saturday

photo and the idea that is called The Art of the Pillow Case

I walked with Jelena to Branko’s bridge. we met

Ana and saw a group of women who were protesting on the

occasion of 8^th of March guarded by a large group of policemen

on my way back I walked on my own so as to walk through the coldness

I didn’t write anything I just walked and protecting my nose and mouth from cold air

I bought the batteries for dictaphone

I bought portfolio and hundred cases for the Blue Roses

I bought tartar sauce

when I got to the Nest I got last year’s bill for utilities

for April last year that I paid already and that put me

down and confirmed that state institutions are criminal

I washed my hands and face with half a glass of water

in water that Jelena bought me I cooked leek carrot and a bit of cabbage

I’m withholding myself from being afflicted by the

fucking carelessness and greed of people serving the state

water will come soon and will take away the material

I say material and not shit just to make a joke to the delight of humour

not to be disgusted by shit is very important

to feel the goodness of shit is even more important

to see the beauty of the shit of others is the art of the beauty itself

scientists are trying for centuries to find the theory of everything

the problem is that the theory of everything can’t be found if it isn’t for everything

wherever everything is there the formulae for everything abides

only the one that is everything if the theory of everything

lunch is waiting for You

when I heard yesterday a respectable man saying that is what Einstein

said… I immediately thought out another Einstein’s sentence what Einstein has said

is one more thing that is being said for that I have said it and I haven’t said it

science is a question – I am questioned

I am questioned about everything – everything depends on me

religion is an answer – I am responsible for a response

twenty or so people holding packages are waiting in front of

the gate of the District Jail to visit their loved ones

I am happy because I’ve been in jail

I am happy for seeing this tree

I am watching it for all locked up people

what are you doing – a woman that came out of the yard asked me

I find this tree beautiful so I’m taking a picture of it – I answered her

it could build a house. we thought of cutting it down but let it stay – she said

a man is washing his hands in a little bit of snow that is left on the car

it is good to learn about beauty from the beauty of the stones

this is not a lot but it is everything

minimal needs are making maximal love

maximal needs give birth to nothingness

I am on Miroslav Mandic – most remote star in the Universe

the most remote star is now and here

now within now

here within here

I within I

love within love

I within love – love within I

I within heart of goodness

I within heart of beauty

I within heart of new and clean beginning

begin me

Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother

this is not a lot but it is even a bit more than everything

now of the lips

here of the agreement

I of cranberry

I just remembered that I have forgotten something

but I still can’t remember what that is

little stones

lie is betrayed regret

(in Serbian “regret” is anagram of “lie”: “laž” “žal”)

 did you read Hey Little Man – by Wilhelm Reich

did you read School of Atheism – by Aleksandar Tisma

that is what I couldn’t remember yesterday and I did remember tonight

snow dust is snowing

green football pitch is white again

time plays are not stopping and are constantly changing

are we gonna walk Miroslav – I say to myself

we are walking and hanging around with all beings – I keep on encouraging myself

all beings are in every heart

only the life of all beings within me constitutes my life

amen

all beings are snowing

white wool of alllife is winding

because the roots of the trees are interfering with waste pipes water pipes

electrical and telephone wires in the ground man has thought out to plant the

trees in enclosed space. some kind of big pots but actually cages

soil belongs first to trees and only then to man

man has stolen the soil from the trees

man doesn’t understand that in that way he himself is in the cage of his own idiotism

to be a man is something most disgusting that can happen to a being

only among all beings there is a hope for the most disgusting ones

they are rejoicing – snowing more and more – all beings

I hug unimportance for You – I kiss You in unimportance

I sent an e-mail to Branka Zgonjanin

if you didn’t get going just to tell you that strong wind

is blowing. take double scarf. dress well. I kiss you

Jelena Besir sent me an sms

kisses are taking care of kisses

I am outside. it’s not cold. but when it starts blowing...

man like any other being is not disgusting but what man is

doing to other beings is disgusting and that makes him disgusting

man will free himself from the man

I think of the beauty of Arabic writing

all symbols are live love

cross is love

swastika is love

circle is love

wheel is love

crescent moon is love

pentagram is love

hexagon is love

...

mind in heart. heart in goodness of pussy and cock that are creating beauty of love

I let one old woman pass on a snowy path and she smiled at me

I felt how her heart warmed up. in her smile all beings are enjoying now

I wink at lambs

I wink at man so as he wouldn’t butcher the lambs

millions of years are behind me. millions of years are in front

of me and just one and only now within which all millions are

all beings have lived until now so as I would write this blessing

while this wind by the river is blowing through me I think that

all I do is nothing else but just music of hope for all beings

music of budding