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

    298246

    bud

    ONLY YOU IN EACH ALLWORD

    1896. day
    11th March 2010

    good

     

    beautiful

     

    good beautiful

     

    beautiful good

     

    good good

     

    beautiful beautiful

     

    when good and beautiful are together – goodness emanates beauty –

    beauty shines goodness

     

    when good and beautiful are divided – devil teaches through goodness –

    seduces through beautiful

     

    within the snowflake of snow are snowflakes of goodness and snowflakes of beautiful

     

    when male and female are together – male is encouraging – female is alleviating

     

    when female and male are separated – male is killing – female is enslaving

     

    earth and sky are one

    man and all beings are one

     

    we are together so as to be one – together

     

    together means being one and not together

     

    one is freedom

     

    one is truth

     

    one is love

     

    every day is not just something everyday but also a biggest festivity

     

    every day art is not only most simple and most ordinary

    but also most rare and omnipresent

     

    every day art is not only accessible to everybody

    but it’s also most expensive and not bribable

     

    every day art is a daily bread

    kneaded with water of repetition and wheat of gratitude

     

    I am grateful every day for every day art

     

    I love every nature that changes its nature on its own

     

    to change one’s nature means to create better nature

     

    to live one’s nature and not change it means to enlarge evil

     

    I don’t love any nature which violently changes anybody else’s and any other nature

     

    modernity

    postmodernity

    postpostmodernity

    modernity after postmodernity

    just implyity after implyity

     

    world is full of implyities that is understood only by those who imply it

     

    implyities are death of a spirit

     

    I stopped by friends – Mandic family – they put in my bag to take with me

    brandy

    bread

    eggplant-peppers salad

    potatoes

    pickles

    cabbage salad

    jam

    cake and cakes

    madness from love and allessence

    you are invited for lunch

     

    I kiss everything I eat

     

    alllife – feed yourself with my love

     

    my dear tattoo the shape of my lips on your body

    I wanted to send You an e-mail with this suggestion but I

    gave up since every blessing is anyways written only for You

     

    I’M WALKING FOR THE YOUNG OF ALL BEINGS

    1897. day
    12th March 2010

    I believe that mathematics is not approving violence of people over other beings

     

    if mathematics would approve the violence it wouldn’t be alive

    and it couldn’t develop

     

    mathematics is the blues of higher beings

     

    he was betrayed by his and his enemy was betrayed by his

     

    ours are traitors

     

    future of the man is in that to find the way to redeem for his violence

     

    violence of democracy

    violence of communism

    violence of fascism

    violence through secrets

    violence through richness

    violence through reputation

    violence of imperialism

    violence of colonialism

    violence of feudalism

    violence of slavery

    violence of racism

    violence of gas chambers

    violence of concentration camps

    violence of shopping malls

    violence of bread and games

    violence of banks

    violence of civilisations

    violence through conquering the universe

    violence through building dams

    violence through digging mines

    violence through cutting woods

    violence through taming animals

    violence through missionary work

    violence of the inquisition

    violence of the stakes

    violence of the guillotines

    violence of the gallows

    violence of the electric chair

    violence of bioengineering

    violence of butchery

    violence of the sawmills

     

    violence of the humanitarian actions through which all the violence is laundered

     

    violence of the school and university in which the human evil is hushed up

    and the conscience of children and youth is killed

    so as they could do violence

    with a clear conscience

     

    I cannot live with all of that and that’s why I write this

     

    I live for the resurrection of all beings and especially for those beings that I hurt

     

    I create for all and not yet created beings and

    especially for those that I now hurt with my creation

     

    all beings will back up a man in his redemption

     

    redemption is a humus of great creation

    you can do it man yes you can

     

    all known beings are only a small portion of unknown beings

    and all of them together make all beings

     

    rhythm is a being

     

    multitude of beings is in the rhythms of all beings

     

    silence is a being

     

    multitude of beings are in silence

     

    all beings are in a poem that all beings love

     

    Danube I kiss You – I shout and wave at Danube

     

    I also kiss you Miroslav – shouts to me and flows to me Danube

     

    just when I look at the eyes of the day I see that eyes of the day are watching me

     

    just when I look at the eyes of the truth I see that eyes of the truth are watching me

     

    just when I look at the eyes of love I see that eyes of love are kissing me

     

    eyes are watching eyes

     

    one eye is in all eyes

     

    eyes are watching so as to kiss

     

    joy of life with all beings

     

    I am radiant with love of all beings

     

    ripple

    breeze

    bee

    flower

     

    you feel how it spreads in my chest

     

    SHOULD I START WITH CALLS-ANNOUNCEMENTS OR IT’S NOT YET TIME

    1898. day
    13th March 2010

    I’m reading the autobiography of James Brown on the computer. it’s beginning

    to snow. goodness is so beautiful. I’m crying. tears are filling my eyes

    boy don’t give up

     

    I love courage of these words that just exist

     

    I love I love

     

    I love all beings – all beings are my parents – my wife – my kids

     

    everything is mine because nothing is mine

     

    who wants to care about man as species they must

    care about man for at least million years

     

    man as a species is destroyed by what he thinks is his

    his blood

    his offspring

    his family

    his race

    his nation

    his state

    his culture

    his language

    his property

    his Planet

     

    hey beauty that went on road – I said aloud while I was drawing Good Walker

     

    while I’m waiting for the meeting with Vladimir Macura

    I’m walking around hotel Moscow

     

    Vladimir gave me green pencil two meters long

     

    I want that all beings all the time feel my love

     

    I would love if all beings would know about Miroslav Mandic

    and Miroslav Mandic Art

     

    the best ones are much more modest they only want that

    their nation or race or sex or their civilisation knows about them

     

    not only that I would love if all beings would know about the name

    Miroslav Mandic but I believe that they already know it

     

    regardless of my wish being a subject of ridicule or being considered crazy

    I think that it is an essence of every being that they are known and loved by all

    beings

     

    my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic is a wish of every nightingale

     

    every grass blade

     

    every Walt Whitman

     

    every Fernando Pessoa

     

    every Friedrich Holderlin

     

    every Maister Eckhart

     

    every Billie Holiday

     

    every Gertrude Stein

     

    every baby on the breast of the beggar woman

     

    every tear off little branch

     

    every kernel of wheat

     

    everyone who has hushed up

    the name of Miroslav Mandic art

    and the art of Miroslav Mandic name

     

    my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic

    arises on the music of the wish through which all beings are dancing and singing

     

    Miroslav Mandic liberates light and love in every being

     

    Miroslav Mandic is created from deep modesty of every enthusiasm

     

    Miroslav Mandic lasts through warm tranquillity of every calm-down

     

    Miroslav Mandic in Your name – You in the name Miroslav Mandic

     

    HEART IS A POEM OF ALL BEINGS

    1900. day
    15th March 2010

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    here were the names of fourteen close people who I wrote to on Saturday

    I’m going more and more far away and closer and closer to the heart of all beings – Your heart

    heart is a poem

    heart is singing the mind

    I’m writing to You because I hope You love me

    and You can bear as well my work as me and name Miroslav Mandic

    I’m sending You the blessings of this week in order for You to help me for

    everything to be as it is written in them – the way I believe is dear to God

    my poems and Miroslav Mandic art is

    beaming and confirmation of the heavenly wish that I am

    that everything that is is

    God within me God

    this e-mail I’m sending to You

    through the face of singing

    through the face of creating

    through the face of loyalty

    on Sunday I thought that this could disturb some of them

    and I didn’t send this letter to anybody along with last week’s blessings

     

    I’m leaving – what you feel is the mind

    I’m coming – what you feel is the heart

     

    ... I’m leaving coming leaving coming leaving coming leaving coming...

     

    the only one – same as all beings

     

    just God

     

    just poem

     

    just rose

     

    just road

     

    just every being

     

    I’m everything

     

    receive me in yourself

     

    bloom

     

    bloom Miroslav Mandic-all beings-love-God

     

    Miroslav Mandic is the name of heavens

     

    everything that isn’t the heavens is boring and it kills itself and everything

    around it from boredom

     

    Miroslav Mandic is the name of all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic is the way by which through the joke on his account

    everything becomes Miroslav Mandic

     

    as long as there are names Miroslav Mandic will be love in every name

     

    when the last name disappears Miroslav Mandic name will also disappear

     

    I’m repeating the name Miroslav Mandic in the same way I repeat everything

    as well as I repeat myself

     

    like a footballer who on training sessions repeats everything that becomes

    perfect in playing the game

     

    I’m not Miroslav

     

    I’m not Mandic

     

    I’m not Miroslav Mandic

     

    I am Miroslav Mandic

     

    art of one name – art within one name

     

    everything sung through a one name

     

    Miroslav Mandic – everything kisses everybody

     

    Miroslav Mandic – love is one

     

    name yourself Miroslav Mandic – call me Miroslav Mandic

     

    Miroslav Mandic is Aleksa Golijanin whom I met by chance after three years

     

    Miroslav Mandic is Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic whom I met by chance

    and just before we met bought me a white woollen yarn for Miroslav Mandic book

    I told Ana first about the Big Pictures that I will begin to do

     

     

    NAKED WITHOUT SHAME AND NOT SHAMELESS – TO THE INNOCENT ONES

    1901. day
    16th March 2010

    I’m reading with pleasure Slobodan Tisma

    and his latest book Quattro Stagioni

     

    take something anything and you’ll see – it’s love

     

    give something anything and you’ll feel – it’s a poem

     

    state of love is the state of the poem – primary state

     

    event of the life is the event of the story – secondary state

     

    Field Poppies

    I love you – cum all

    Field Poppies is the title of my drama that is consisted only of four words I love you – cum all

     

    I asked director of love Branko Popovic to direct this drama

     

    Field Poppies are dedicated to the audience and only real directing – directing

    of the audience itself

     

    Field Poppies is performed first like a chamber play until it slowly develops into

    mass gatherings during which the text itself says everybody cums together

     

    cuming-transforming

     

    Dandelion

    I’m disgusted with myself – I saved myself – I redeemed you

    Dandelion is the title of my drama that is consisted only out of ten words

     

    I dedicated Dandelion to You

    call me to give You direction for its performing

     

    I’m going to see and take photos of blue flowers

     

    I will find blue flowers down by the river

     

    the wind is blowing – I found them – they are incomprehensibly beautiful

     

    unnoticeable from beauty – unnoticeable for goodness

     

    I enjoy listening the bell that bells me

     

    my happiness is called the Happiness of All Beings

     

    I am sure that flies wouldn’t agree to live not being happy

     

    I immediately feel like an ocean by the Danube

     

    I smile a bit and I think – right away is the biggest ocean

     

    everything that is the most valuable is free and everything that is not worth is

    more and more expensive until it comes to the most expensive to the killing

     

    everything that is expensive is connected to plundering and killing

     

    expensive is crime

     

    tender is cheap

     

    I’m neither with these nor with these nor with these –

    I’m a golden thread with everybody

     

    I don’t like human secrets. hidings. but I find it nice

    how Bojana’s Svetomir has spoken about secret

     

    secret like a cause of incomprehensible and inconceivable

     

    Bojana’s Svetomir also spoke nicely about shame like inappropriate and

    not able to adjust

     

    a young man in front of me is speaking on the mobile phone and by

    his movements I felt how was ashamed and felt humiliated

     

    I was always ashamed. especially in my childhood

     

    now I felt – I was ashamed because I felt that I wasn’t of this world

     

    only with God You and all beings I’m not ashamed

     

    IT’S EXACTLY AS THE BAKERY WOMAN SAYS – AMEN

    1902. day
    17th March 2010

    the blessings that are going to follow I will be writing

    until I meet up with Jelena Besir on the tram bridge

     

    I love to prepare myself for a meeting. especially while walking

    just before the meeting

     

    preparations for the meeting are very important. that is a kind of dignity

    that refines

     

    looking forward to the meeting and respect for the one you are meeting with

     

    preparations for the meeting create and shape the meeting

     

    every meeting is the first one for me. decisive. which I expect everything

    and nothing from. meeting of two first people. with no experience. heavenly. innocent

     

    twenty or so days ago Jelena and me had fantastic

    Business Lunch today I will propose her Sex Lunch

     

    until now I had only Business Coffees and Business Lunches

    but this would be the first Sex Lunch

     

    God Lunch

    Sex Lunch

    Business Lunch

    these are the lunches that make – I just discovered –

    Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

     

    I am near Main Post Office. I think of the Eternal Art

     

    I live and create Eternal Art

     

    I am Eternal Art – I spoke out in front of the National Assembly

     

    Eternal Art is art

     

    not this or that art but just art

     

    everyone that is engaged in Eternal Art is its founder – the first – the only one

     

    Eternal Art is created by One and Only Artist

     

    all artists make One and Only Artist

     

    One and Only Artist makes all artists

     

    I crossed the bridge and Jelena is not yet here but she will come…

     

    …Jelena got bus no.65 and blessings that are following are after our meeting

     

    a man is hailing a taxi with a cigarette in his hand

    and the smoke from his cigarette meanders through the crossroads

     

    before the meeting with Jelena temperature was few degrees

    lower so now I’m enjoying the slow walk on the warm sun

     

    I respect and love everybody’s sex

     

    everybody’s sexuality is unique and beautiful

     

    all beings are fascinated by the sexuality of every being

     

    mathematics is the ode to the sexuality of all beings

     

    sex is a hero of immortality

     

    sexual beings are feeding with immortality all beings

     

    sex is loyal to the eternity

     

    I love loyally

     

    one doesn’t live any more from big things but from small ones

    a bakery woman who I bought first bread from told me

     

    I am a sex of all beings – You are the most exciting and most desirable being – hey

     

     

    THROUGH SHAME – SHAME IS A HOME OF ALL BEINGS

    1903. day
    18th March 2010

    happiness is sad

     

    I’m unhappy because almost everybody thinks only of their own happiness

    nobody thinks of me and hardly anybody is happy because of me

    many of the happy ones don’t know that I am unhappy at that time

    I am happiness – it’s down to happiness – only one of the beings of all beings

    I am happiness only when all beings are happy

    there is no happier being than me when all beings are happy

    happiness is telling me

     

    I love how Slobodan Tisma is writing about colours and the fact that

    he is writing a lot about them

     

    all my life I was doing my best not to seduce but

    to show everybody that they are exciting and very desirable

     

    I’m a bee that shows to every woman that she is the most beautiful and

    most desirable

     

    I’m a grass blade that shows to every being that it is most desired being

     

    I’m a success and I say – You are the most desirable being

     

    never forget one thing that only You are wanted by all beings

    dedicated to the young man who came to Jelena Besir to say hallo to her in Knez Mihailova street

     

    I am God because I love You

     

    I am God because I’m only God

     

    I am God because I’m God’s glory

     

    death doesn’t let down

     

    death gives life

     

    people have betrayed death

     

    they have renounced the eternal life

     

    if I don’t feel that my mother is a whore and my father

    criminal I will always think that whores and criminals are other people

     

    if I never feel that I’m nobody I will always think that

    those who are nobody are somebody

     

    long live Dragan Mitrovic

    I said to the eight year old boy who just told me his name

     

    Dragan Mitrovic is my happiness with which I make all beings happy

     

    how just money makes somebody happy when I give it to them with no reason

    dedicated to the sexy money

     

    one bee flew down on the cardboard box in the container

     

    with all beings I want everything and with everybody

     

    without single one being among all other beings I don’t want anything with anybody

     

    I of all beings within me will never die

     

    I of only my being will die for all beings

     

    somebody set aside these very two little stones for me to find them

     

    every blessing that I write is gratitude to God because I even wrote it

     

    have you ever went through Mokroluska street exactly on the corner with

    Zajcova street

     

    humour is a being of all beings

     

    thank you Miroslav Mandic – humour tells me

     

    mama where are you going – a little girl asks

    I’m going to fuck – mama answered

    in Jase Ignjatovica street to the pleasure of Jasa Ignjatovic – I believe

     

    I become groundlessly become happy and immediately ashamed

    because I think that my happiness hurts somebody

     

    in front of Filip Visnjic publishing company I throw a dice

    and ask it if I can watch the arse of this girl in front of me

    yes – it answered me. I’m now watching it peacefully and with pleasure...

    one more dedication to the sexy money

     

     

     

     

    EXCLUSIVELY: PLAIN IS HAPPY – ART IS IMMORTAL

    1904. day
    19th March 2010

     I’m not judging – I’m just udging

      

    udging and walking 

      

    with (fifth) extremity

     

    penis – ohm

    (in Serbian it’s “ud – om”, which is just separated word “udom”, meaning what is in previous blessing)

     

    I’m penising – torsoing - heading

     

    I’m penising – hearting – minding

     

    I’m grazing words

     

    I’m driving humour

     

    I’m picking with words

     

    world of sanctity

     

    world from hoar frost

     

    world of shirts

     

    to pass away

    with no pain

    living

     

    forever Yours always

     

    white football

     

    white angel

    last night Srdjan Valjarevic gave me white football form sport club Sindjelic

     

    on the chest of all beings I hug You exhausted

     

    I address beautiful and good words to everybody

     

    so that everybody would be good through beautiful words

     

    so that everybody would be beautiful through good words

     

    sea is beautiful and good

     

    mountain is beautiful and good

     

    plain indicates – until a minute ago exhausted one has recovered

     

    I would have been a sad being if I haven’t met the sorrow of the plains

     

    I would have been a mortal being if I haven’t seen fear from death in art

     

    I kiss the sorrow of the plains – it’s joyous

    I hug the art that is afraid of death – it’s immortal

     

    art of the plain liberates the plain from sorrow

     

    art of immortality liberates the art from the fear of death

     

    who in spite of everything starts believing in themselves are called

    My Friend is Miroslav Mandic

     

    who in spite of everything starts believing in the other and all beings is called

    Miroslav Mandic

     

    I love You my Bra – retrospective of Miroslav Mandic is held within Miroslav Mandic

    I just sent sms to Branko Popovic

    of course Miroslav

    Branko answered

     

    SPRINGYEAR OLD GIRL

    1905. day
    20th March 2010

    today is the beginning of spring – today’s blessings are dedicated to the

    fifteen year old girl who was the first to receive my friend within her 

      

    everything is in that girl 

      

    every being is a girl 

      

    all beings are a boy

     

    a girl receives a boy within her

     

    a boy gives himself completely to a girl – he disappears

     

    a girl receives a whole boy – she disappears

     

    eternal spring of a girl and boy – God’s child is created

     

    through one limb

     

    a limb of a path

     

    ohm of the roses

     

    I am a God – a God’s work

     

    I think of myself as if I’m a God – devil’s work

     

    revelation – experience of the same

     

    discovery – experience of the different

     

    I feel more and more that through saying any given word I’m saying all words

     

    spring – every word has received every word within itself

     

    spring – take a look at the eternal art of spring within the spring of the Eternal Art

     

    spring – I’m sad – sadness is betrayed joy that happened to us

     

    spring – after a long time I’m sitting

    leaning on the bollard waiting for the green light

     

    spring – first spring of the first time second ten year walking

     

    God will give that next year I will write

    second spring of the first time second ten year walking

    ...

     

    spring – I’m walking-planeting – Planet is moving away under my feet

     

    spring – to every woman from 7 to 107 I smile with I like you very much smile

     

    spring – get your master degree on Miroslav Mandic Fucks Everybody’s Mother

     

    spring – get your PhD on Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother

     

    spring – sea move to the doors of all beings

     

    spring – so as the water would exist even when it disappears

     

    spring – I am a porn worker to all beings on the miroslavmandic.name web site

    spring – miroslavmandic.name web site is a home of all beings

     

    this

    is

    a

    spring

    poem

    of

    eternal

    fifteen

    year

    old

    girl

    who

    for

    the

    first

    time

    receives

    my

    friend

    within

    her

     

    everyone who receives the other within themselves is God

     

    godGoddess

     

     

     

    RASPBERRY

    1907. day
    22nd March 2010

    I slept through a whole day yesterday. in the afternoon I was throwing up

    I lost strength. my stomach was troubling me all night. it had too much of

    leak on Saturday

     

    I’m walking slowly. I’m nursing myself

     

    I’m tender towards my stomach

     

    when I lose my strength I feel how everything is coming from it

     

    without strength I can’t write a single word

     

    yesterday and this morning my spine was painful. I felt problems with my sight

     

    I just now realised the connection between the sight and spine

     

    troubles with my spine came from sorrow

     

    I felt sorrow because joy is constantly destroyed

     

    how to rejoice with somebody when so many join joys are destroyed

     

    rejoice my spine

     

    my eyes watch clearly

     

    my stomach calm down

     

    sorrow is so dangerous

     

    sorrow makes you sick

     

    sorrow is lethal

     

    I kiss You sorrow – sorrow rejoice

     

    bodies are more and more dear to me because they are so fragile

     

    body is more fragile than the soul. soul is more fragile than the spirit

     

    the body of the word water is the word water

     

    soul of the word water is thirst

     

    spirit of the word water is health

     

    grace heals

     

    I’m walking for a grace in Your spine

     

    I’m walking for a grace in everybody’s I

     

    grace raspberry

    (in Serbian the difference is only in one letter: “milina malina”)

     

    just God – just God – doesn’t stop to constantly be a God

     

    God yearns for somebody else to become God

     

    God lives me

     

    through God everything lives

     

    nobody dies to God

     

    God spine raspberry God

     

     

     

    ABDO MEN

    1908. day
    23rd March 2010

    I’m walking – abdomen is still struggling

     

    buds are more and more green

     

    gardens have been dug up. roses pruned

     

    I love the artist in every being

     

    all being love to be beautiful

     

    I feel nice to watch the buds on the trees

     

    greenery is drizzling

     

    Vera told me in her e-mail to buy probiotik

    capsules because I might have got some bacteria or virus

     

    I believe that all beings are serving the life of all beings

     

    I believe that bacteria and viruses are serving the life of all beings

     

    there is a great strength in bacteria and viruses

     

    here are first white leaves petals of the trees blossoms

     

    through the buds on the trees the air is budding as well

     

    oh now us – said a man when the green light on the crossroads went on

     

    ever since there are wars human society is based on

    two pillars. pillar of killers and pillar of criminals

     

    whoever relies on and believes in pillars they must rely on killers or criminals

     

    army or police

     

    university or show business

     

    state or secret organisations

     

    future of human species is not in pillars

     

    but in compassion and permeating – awareness that everything depends

    on smallest and the least important

     

    only freedom of all beings is freedom for every being as well

     

    a man plants flowers – that pleases my stomach

     

    I think of everything that is in a stomach

     

    in a stomach of creation

     

    I would just take photos of blooming of the trees

     

    when two people don’t understand each other that causes wars

     

    when words are let down that kills the buds

     

    I’m throwing a ball – I’m celebrating life

    for last hundred or so meters I think of the book To Celebrate Life that I saw in the shop window

     

    I caress you backs of my abdomen – I caress you abdomen of my backs

     

    abdomen is beautiful – backs are good

     

    my abdomen is bothering me but I rejoice since I write about the abdomen

     

    I threw a ball to the gloomy fourteen year old boy

    he caught it and smiled at me and that rejoiced me a lot

     

    A BOY

    1909. day
    24th March 2010

    five words in them selves

     

    boy help all beings

     

    exploitation is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

     

    colonialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

     

    imperialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

     

    law of the stronger is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

     

    domination is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

     

    grass is greener and greener

     

    grass is greener and greener with every moment

     

    Alistair call a boy within to help You. that little boy who was

    awaken by his mother at 4 am to deliver the milk to the doors

    of the people of Kilbirnie a small town 18 miles south of Glasgow

    that boy like any other boy or girl is alive. full of life and hope

    and more than anything devoted and that’s why he is healing as well as the best ally

     

    I threw a dice and asked should I make public a photo of a children graveyard

     

    I was thinking for a long time what to write under the photo of children graveyard

     

    children graveyards are shrines of the victims of love for a love itself

     

    people are trying to extend human life on thousand years

     

    why changing eternal life within us for just thousand years

     

    I hop and there is eternity

     

    where are you. I’m slowly forgetting in my arse

    an old loafer with irony and pathos is greeting his friends across the street

     

    newspaper seller is whistling joyfully

     

    when I expel the air from the stomach everything is nice again

     

    I would love to eat olive oil but why is it so expensive

     

    I’m watching this dog with pleasure. I love dogs and I love the fact

    that I don’t have a dog

     

    I’m always excited by the fight for a just cause

     

    In life I couldn’t find the just cause

    because just causes were fights against somebody

     

    I more believed in a fight with myself then in a fight for something

     

    I more believed in singing than fighting

     

    I wasn’t fighting but I admired great creators – the fragile ones – the rejected ones

     

    I found the only just cause for me in all beings

     

    in my just cause are all other just causes

     

    I fight for all beings with love and creation

     

    I’m fighting without fight

     

    through walking – winking

     

    through singing – dancing

     

    through budding

    at Lion the football season is opened with the Hajduk – Vozdovac mach

     

    I THINK I KISS

    1910. day
    25th March 2010

    Silence is so precise – Mark Rothko

     

    Conscience – that’s where the power of God lies – Soren Kierkegaard

     

    I enjoyed yesterday in these lovely thoughts

     

    I think

     

    it’s such a nice word think

     

    it tastes heavenly

     

    words think for themselves

     

    contradiction

     

    possibility

     

    voluminous size

     

    four forces

    strong force – electromagnetic force – weak force – gravitation force

    of the one force

     

    forces of love

     

    it’s such a nice word force

     

    dear force

     

    Waiting and being patient, that means to think – Friedrich Nietzsche

     

    patient saved

     

    travelling companion

     

    by the face of the travelling companion

     

    I think the horse

     

    thoughts of the horse – thoughts of the grass

     

    never without the horse – nowhere without grass

     

    eyes think

     

    leaves think

     

    if I’d take a stone in my hand I feel the weight of its thoughts which are thinking me

     

    decisions think

     

    loyalty thinksall

     

    physics of love – love creates love

     

    now thinks

     

    I would love to think good thoughts much more

     

    I think of You – sun in the spine

     

    while I was shaving I was constantly thinking of thoughts and

    I couldn’t stop because all the thoughts have been good and beautiful

     

    earth thinks of the hungry ones... humour thinks of the sad ones...

    all beings think the being...

     

    I’m thinking – I’m budding

     

    OPENNESS OF A CIRCLE

    1911. day
    26th March 2010

    is destroying the atomic weapons destruction or creation

     

    people are destroying a lot of things in order to build

    and they build many things in order to destroy

     

    when I solve the problem that I can solve the problem that I cannot solve disappears

     

    I’m entering the woods – a bird is humming more and more

     

    bees are landing on white and purple flowers

     

    I’m passing through the Topcider graveyard

     

    how fool of blossom is white magnolia

     

    when the magnolias start blooming all air sexualises

     

    by this air I circulate through existence

     

    I am a string of all beings

     

    one string one melody

     

    wind – isn’t it You

     

    while I’m slowly walking down the steep slope I feel the beauty

    of the shrine of modesty within me

     

    tree is beautiful to itself

     

    it’s worth living millions of years for the moment that creates millions of years

     

    brick is covered by the moss

     

    life wants to be born from everything

     

    I’m thinking of a walking stick

     

    with a walking stick I can make a circle and save myself

    from everything that is not good

     

    with a walking stick I can open a circle for everything that is good

     

    walking stick – start circle

     

    I am a circle of the openness towards everything that is open

     

    goodness is open

     

    people are running down the forest paths

     

    I’m walking over the soft sawdust that is thrown over the path

    so there wouldn’t be no mud

     

    if all factories that make any kind of weapon would be destroyed

    would it be destruction or creation

     

    on this late afternoon sun the beauty of a young woman is walking within me

     

    on the face of every man I can see the mastery of ancient masters

    from whom the craft of existence could be learnt much better

    than on the paintings of any given great master

     

    tree tops are already so green that they are richer than any kind of money

     

    every bud is more valuable than any bank

     

    everything that I am I invest into the Bud of All Beings

     

    for a poem there is no law – the poem is the law

     

    for love there is no law – love is love

    first lettuce of this year – and eighteen years from Kaja’s death

     

     

    I’M GOING AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

    1912. day
    27th March 2010

    innocence is acquired

     

    I am intimate with every particle

     

    it wants itself the spring wants itself

     

    the law should exist only for those who are

    committing violence on others in the name of the law

     

    this big tree has filled my chest

     

    blessings are wreaths of words around Your heart

     

    only with all beings am I among my own

     

    if the asphalt that covers the earth would be destroyed

    would it be destruction or creation

     

    a girl is peeping out a window on the ground floor

     

    I am alone so as I wouldn’t be alone

     

    carrying on one’s own solitude is great art

     

    alone all beings

     

    alone because I believe I live from the community of all beings

     

    alone because I kiss the harmony

     

    alone to everybody

     

    alone for everybody

     

    alone so as nobody’s backs wouldn’t be alone

     

    I catch the ball – what a unity

     

    I bought the round loaf bread. it looks more like a soul than a bread

     

    Bud of All Beings is developing. how

    if I would know how I couldn’t be creating it

     

    towards the end of the next week I will walk the first thousand kilometres

     

    I feel sleepy. I’m hungry. my feet are sore from tiredness

     

    I’m looking forward to the lettuce

     

    I’m looking forward to the book My Life by Richard Wagner

     

    I’m really sleepy

     

    but I will finish today’s blessings like horses that are sleeping while walking

     

    my hands are smelling like a shampoo

     

    serenity is resting me

     

    blooming is bringing me closer...

     

    I washed the lettuce so as I wouldn’t fall asleep

     

    I’m sleepy – it’s so sad – it’s so tender

     

    this writing while I’m so very sleepy is really heroic

     

    I’m going to rest my heart

     

    58TH TIME 33 DAYS

    1914. day
    29th March 2010

    every moment – endless melody

     

    every bud – melody of endlessness

     

    blossoming of the sun

     

    God help me not to have compulsory and ugly

    thoughts with regards of the close ones that hurt me

    I said while I was drawing the Blue Rose

     

    I’m walking – I’m spreading the joy to the joyful ones

    so as they enlarge and spread it to the sad ones

     

    I’m walking – I’m spreading the health to the healthy ones

    so as they enlarge and spread it to the sick ones

     

    I spoke to Zoltan. we spoke about buying iMac

     

    I will get the money from Vera and Tibor

     

    I stopped by Sun’s to see if he can help me buy it

     

    all of that separates me from the blessings

     

    I’m writing about all of that so as that would be blessings as well

     

    day after tomorrow Sun and me will go through the shops to see the iMacs

     

    Zoltan will install one programme

    with help of which he will be able to put everything I need

     

    I would love to talk to somebody who knows computers slowly and softly

     

    I love to talk for a long time slowly and softly

     

    as if I don’t know nothing about what I am talking about

     

    as if everything we are talking about becomes right now and depends only from us

     

    finding out in order to enlarge the joy

     

    finding out – wondering – admiring – bowing down

     

    knowledge puffs up and creates prejudices

     

    with prejudice there are no finding out and comprehensions. there is no joy

     

    I’m looking forward to the iMac

     

    for me technology is also natural. innocent like a nature

     

    technology is made of all beings – technology makes all beings

     

    I hope I will have louder speakers and with

    even grater enjoyment listen to the classical music

     

    all music

     

    I’m starting to enjoy the reading of Wagner’s life

     

    I live with Wagner. I’m sharing his life and creation. I empathise with him

     

    autobiographies are complete art work

     

    first time second ten year walking is autobiographical walking

     

    Miroslav Mandic is walking of the autobiography

     

    every being is autobiography of all beings

     

    there is no cooking in heavens. cooking is in hell

    dedicated to the lettuce and non-cooking

     

    EAT AND DRINK

    1915. day
    30th March 2010

    I’m retyping my old texts from the seventies

     

    I’m permeated by the same eros of loyalty

     

    loyalty is eternal beginning

     

    grass blades on which children’s fingers are cut

     

    drops of blood on very green

     

    in the Bud of All Beings any given detail is a master piece

     

    before the fruit starts to ripen the flowers are saying everything

     

    I’m enjoying in the name of joy of life – enjoy

     

    enjoy in the name of joy of love – I’m enjoying

     

    I’m watching the thorns on the pruned roses and

    I’m thinking of Your heel thorn that has gone

     

    purple magnolias are budding

     

    humanity is just one clump in the vast Bud of All Beings

     

    I bounced the ball of the wall and it came back straight to my hands –

    live mathematics

     

    here is written love. really nice

    a little boy that is selling wet handkerchiefs on the street told me protectively

     

    wind blew my hair. the smell of the violet stimulates my nose

     

    I’m watching the air

     

    invisible is so gentile

     

    red haired girl full of strength is going down the street in a hurry and she is

    touching the wall with her fingers

     

    beautiful woman with sad eyes is led by a dog she took for a walk

     

    I gripped the yellow tennis ball with my hand

    so as it shapes my energy into the regular circling

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the joy of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the health of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the freedom of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the transformation of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the loyalty of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the love of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the success of all beings

     

    I’m throwing the ball for the good of all beings

     

    catching the ball is really good singing

     

    throwing and catching the ball is really good creation

     

    spring is breast feeding all beings with the milk of life

     

    a being is breast feeding another being with itself

     

    with the milk of milk – with the belly button of belly button

    eat and drink

     

     

    GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL

    1916. day
    31st March 2010

    a lot of my creation was based on restraining from creation

     

    a lot of my living was based on restraining from living

     

    often just a presentiment

     

    flicker

     

    look to the side

     

    compassion with rejected ones

     

    not agreeing with what implies

     

    not agreeing with power and arrogant indifference

     

    admiring

     

    the unprotected

     

    surrendering to

     

    the fragile

     

    identifying with

     

    the same

     

    the repeated

     

    touch of immortality

     

    through tears

     

    absence

     

    patience

     

    prayer

     

    always though grass

     

    leaves

     

    poppies

     

    roses

     

    path

     

    music

     

    first of June

     

    plane

     

    glorious

     

    divine

     

    the essence of every goal in football is the same

    goal

    and every goal in football or anything else is different

     

     

    DIRECTING

    1917. day
    1st April 2010

     dear miroslav,

    on sunday i run a trail running half marathon, 21km – in the Vertes mountains.

    you can see me on the list, i am the 23rd http://www.terepfutas.hu/VTFM_2010_ffi 

    i have been running since i run for you back in the winter – you might remember, so i was preparing and

    did it - for you, 21km – 2hours 6minutes 29seconds and it seems i became addict of running, so i keep running and

    have a few other trails in mind. i will tell you all the joy that will come on the way!

    with a lots of love... tivadar

    poslao mi je Tivadar sinoć mejl

     

    sa ovim drugim Tivadarovim trčanjem za Pupoljak Hodanja i dvadeset

    i jednim kilometrom nadoknadio sam sve kilometre koje nisam hodao zbog bolesti

     

    živeo Tivadare. živeli svi Dobri hodači i trkači

     

    možeš i da spavaš za Pupoljak Hodanja – Pupoljku Hodanja će biti milo

     

    možeš i da ljubiš Pupoljak Svih Bića sva – bića će uživati u Tvojoj ljubavi

     

    sijaj

     

    neprestano

     

    hrli

     

    zauvek

     

    baš se skupila prašina na mom stolu i oltaru

     

    Gnezdo čeka čišćenje

     

    a ja čekam da mi Petar pošalje Bašlarov tekst o gnezdu

     

    volim prvu predstavu stvari i ne volim pravljenje predstave

     

    ne volim ni šou a pogotovu ne volim šou-biznis

     

    ulični psi ljube zabačeno

     

    moja ramena su biblija ljubavi

     

    sve me ljubi

     

    nikog nema to sam ja Tebi

     

    nikog nema to si Tii meni

     

    jedno smo – večna ljubav

     

    svim grudima sam izvor

     

    misao svim mislima

     

    dobrota svemu

     

    jedno smo lice 

     

    novi stolnjak sam

     

    ne izneveravam. samo nastavljam

     

    ovde

    u

    ovoj

    pesmi

    je

    tako

    lepo

     

    žudnjo moja – žudim za Tobom – željan sam Te – proslavljam večnost želje

     

    Tvoj sam ručak svakidašnji

     

    ništa nerazumnije od razumnih

     

    jedan niti želi niti može da pobedi sve ali jedan želi i može da ljubi sve

     

    neprimetni su najprisutniji

     

    institut trenutka

    18:51h podigoh pogled za loptom i ugledah prve tri laste ove godine

     

     

    1.415.549TH STEP

    1918. day
    2nd April 2010

    whenever You feel goodness within You I am with You

     

    on today’s 8.84th kilometre I will make

    first thousand kilometres of the Bud of Walking

     

    it will be somewhere around. anywhere. in the heart of the Universe

    I made a circle and came to the birch by which I made the first step

     

    I didn’t know that today is a holiday. two thousand

    Years ago on this day Christ was crucified

     

    it’s a great glory that I live in the body and that once

    I won’t be living in the body any more

     

    I felt myself in this man

     

    street art loves you

    it’s written on the wall

     

    one and only street of art is Universe and it goes through everybody’s heart

     

    how are you – never better in this bad country – he answered her

     

    I just discovered great as a quality not the quantity

     

    little as a sensitivity and not measure

     

    quality of the quantity is within the quantity of the quality

     

    quality of greatest quality is in the absence of the quality

     

    accordion player is begging with his accordion

     

    old shoe shiner is masterly shining shoes

     

    I think of one hand

     

    wherever I am cactus you are with me

     

    Bud of All Beings within it’s every moment is redemption to God for all treasons

     

    first everything to God then everything to You and all beings

     

    poem is God’s wish for singing

     

    two more kilometres to the first thousand kilometres of the Bud of All Beings

     

    every step that I take is a first step

     

    every step that I take in glory of the first man’s first step

     

    Bud of Walking is not a play but rather walking of a play

     

    through walking of a play a play becomes a notion of first things

     

    on the thousandth kilometre I will make a photo of

    the face of Good Walker – a face of the walking and pilgrimage

     

    I will take a photo of the thousandth kilometre step

     

    thousandth kilometre will be an opportunity to

    say joyfully that I’m sad because nobody is around

     

    sad – unsuccessful – helpless

     

    full of creation and love for God You and all beings

     

    dandelion

     

    step kisses the step

     

    step towards the next step

     

     

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