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

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    bud

    HAIRCUT

    1942. day
    26th April 2010

    I went outside. threw out the garbage. looked at the sky and saw three swallows

     

    yellow dandelions between the asphalt and the wall

     

    thrown away peanut shells

     

    I’m going to get a haircut. I had my last haircut on 6th October. I love rhythms

     

    magnolia flowers are falling off. drying on the asphalt

     

    I think good for good thoughts

     

    I’m walking on top of my feet for good thoughts

     

    I’m smiling at grass for good thoughts

     

    I admire everybody who exposes themselves to the others

    warm greetings to the contestants of reality show The Farm that I watch with pleasure every evening

     

    I love the fact that You also love every particle

     

    yellow dandelions are irresistible

     

    on my way to the barber I pass the wooden fence

    through the passage that is completely covered in greenery

     

    I got my haircut. I feel the wind around my ears

     

    lettuce seller tricked me in a following way. several people was

    buying the lettuce. I bought three each costing twenty dinars. he didn’t have

    change to give me back so he sent his wife to brake the note. when the woman returned

    I gave him two hundred dinars and reminded him sixty dinars. energetically and politely

    he gave me back fifty dinars and said you will give me ten dinars some other time

    that’s how he confused me and didn’t give back hundred dinars more

     

    lettuce is fabulous

     

    I’m thankful to the seller because I’m writing these blessings

     

    I thank him because he warned me that I should be more concentrated while buying and

    that I should think of some way how to prevent this happening again

    because it started to happen

     

    I wink at the lettuce seller because of the skill with which

    he passed the ball through my legs

     

    I wink at him because made a donkey out of me and

    it feels good to see that I’m a donkey too

     

    that for a lot of things I don’t have skills but

    that in the end I don’t care for any kind of skill

     

    people are so afraid of not being fooled that they are not aware how school or state

    makes fools of themselves to the unbearable extend – by stimulating

    their desires and vanities

     

    I’m grateful to mister lettuce seller because for a moment he cut off my vanity and that’s

    worth much more than ninety dinars which he didn’t give me back

    or hundred and eighty dinars as the haircut cost

     

    by being afraid of being ridiculed we become huge donkeys

     

    my swallow I love You since you agree with being ridiculed

     

    my elephant I love You since You agreed

    thousand and six hundred times to be a donkey

     

    donkey of eternal youth

     

    beloved Robert Bresson

     

    I just wash the lettuce and don’t put any spices over it

     

    wind is bending the grass over

     

    sun is drying my washed bed linen

     

    kissing just kissing

     

    Gimpel the Fool

     

    buds buds of good thoughts

     

    HUNDREDTH BUD OF WALKING – I WINK AT YOU

    1943. day
    27th April 2010

    wind in the lilacs

     

    I wink the jauntiness to You

     

    it’s the same in the depth of ocean and the depth of Universe

     

    life starts every moment through goodness

     

    You don’t even know for a lot of those that are kissing You

     

    people discover themselves in their children – grandchildren – great grandchildren

     

    I do it in God-You-all beings and creation

     

    God-You-all beings and my poem it is all the same

     

    a throat of modesty

     

    careful eyes

     

    wind in the lilacs – lilacs within me

     

    I wink You

     

    hundred walkings – 1.304 kilometres – 1.863.923 steps

     

    numbers – swarms of loyalty

     

    I hear the wind – leaves of magnolia are trembling

     

    I’m walking slowly and watching the leaves

     

    You don’t live from leaves – You are immortal from leaves

     

    depth is founding its peace in surface – surface is finding its inspiration in depth

     

    ocean have yawned in the jaws of this dog

     

    I am an airport of goodness. all beings are taking off towards the goodness from me

     

    lilacs lilacs lilacs

     

    I’m singing with heels within the soul of every being

     

    when I jauntily turn my head and look on anything

    I immediately clean myself from the necessity

     

    through kissing I join the trees that constantly kiss all beings

     

    wind is in my shirt

     

    I saw You already fading – pink rose – in Knez Danilova street

     

    rose singers – my embraces

     

    silent streets full of trees are temples of one and only city religion

     

    I’m walking – this is the role of the wind in liberation of people from history

     

    I’m walking – this is the history of winds within the joy of all beings

    while I was saying this blessing I could have been hit by a taxi since I went along the green light

    I saw across the street and I overlooked the red light on the isle of the pedestrian crossing

     

    encounter of words clarifies that words are by their nature an encounter

     

    at the end of the hundred walking I saw first red roses buds of this year

     

    24TH TIME LAO TZU

    1944. day
    28th April 2010

    Without opening your door,

    you can know the whole world.

    Lao Tzu in forty seventh chapter

     

    Less and less remains

    until you arrive at non-action.

    When you arrive at non-action, nothing will be left undone.

    Mastery of the world is achieved by letting things take their natural course.

    Lao Tzu in forty eight chapter

     

    Dear Miroslav,

    exactly at 01.05 after midnight I turned out to be 20.000th bud!

    Long Live the Humour! Yours Srdjan

    this e-mail from Srdjan Valjarevic waited for me this morning

     

    do bud and bud buds – for Your and all being’s joy and health

     

    does that one your woman exist?

    a close person asked me yesterday in an e-mail

     

    I am alone for the past four and a half years

     

    since I was nineteen I was alone for twenty two years

     

    I love to live and work with a woman

     

    I love ideals – virtues – getting along – dying within the other

     

    arguing is horror – death

     

    in order not to argue with people I didn’t withdraw but I opened up myself to all beings

     

    all beings are getting along and in harmony

     

    never against somebody – always only for everybody

     

    even though I’m alone I more and more live with the One

    with the same woman I lived with all my life

     

    even though She is not around I couldn’t live without Her

     

    even though She is not around She exists

     

    even though She is not around She with me every moment

     

    it will be wonderful if my woman appears

    it will be the most wonderful as it pleases God – You and all beings

     

    I live and work as if You were already here

     

    You can feel it in Miroslav Mandic too

     

    couple

    as

    one

    for

    God

    all beings

     

    art of Miroslav Mandic

     

    one

    as

    couple

    for

    God

    all beings

    and

    Miroslav Mandic poem

     

    God

    You

    all beings

    Miroslav Mandic

    one and only love

    one and only sex

    one and only family

    one and only wedding

     

    I wish all beings to be with all beings

     

    I wish every being to be love to every being

     

    sex of eternal loyalty of all beings

     

    sex of creating love for all beings

     

    sex of dying within the immortality of all beings

     

    I’m alone

    but two words that are the same

    (in Serbian it’s written the same but stressed differently and with different meaning: sam sam)

     

    one word

    but two of them within it

     

    everything exists because You exist

     

    I’m watching you in the eyes – You are my love – You are the love of all beings

     

    after these blessings I’m even more with You who I live with all my life

     

    TWO HUNDRED KISSES FOR TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS

    1945. day
    29th April 2010

    I’m moved – I’m thinking of water that flows into another water

     

    I’m still moved – I’m thinking of the goodness that is flowing into another goodness

     

    feeling of being moved doesn’t stop – I love when the word flows

    flows into the word flows

     

    I’m all for good words and all words are good

     

    cold air in a sunny day

     

    interesting is everything that is for me and not what is interesting

     

    would doctors love if all people were well

     

    would those who produce weapons love if there was no war

     

    creation is constant merging – merging of nonexistent

     

    I’m walking and eating cream cake – come whenever You like for a cream cake

     

    you really knocked it out. way to go. eat it from your soul – an old loafer

    told me when he saw me eating my cream cake with such pleasure

     

    I’m happy because of the photo I will put on the web site with Ruzica’s permission

    I wish to call somebody and tell them that but the dice tells me not to call anybody

     

    I unbutton my shirt on the sun. in the shade I button it up

     

    some of the buttons I should sew on again with a thread

     

    the beauty of this sweet cherry tree has stopped me so as I would look at it in peace

     

    I bought olive oil – just to let You know

     

    with the lake of every blessing I guard You

     

    I kiss You in everything

     

    through everything I give myself to You

     

    by kissing You – I’m kissing everything. by kissing everything – I’m kissing You

     

    I feel You in my hips

     

    You are the joy in the small of my back

     

    one acquaintance – now prize winning writer – looked away

    when he saw me. I’m grateful to him because he saved me from unnecessary words

     

    hundred meters afterwards I bumped into

    Jaroslav Draslar. we were happy to see each other

    I love the fact that I met You Jaroslav

     

    I’m watching her how she is leaning against the wall of the hairdressing salon

    with the cigarette in her hand and watching the woman who is crossing the street

    with the child in her arms

     

    poem

    is

    a

    shout

    of

    all

    love

     

    of one love

     

    poem

    are

    all

    poems

    within

    one

    poem

     

    poem is everything that one poem wants to sing to the other poem

     

    to every poem

     

    to the poem itself

     

    to the very

     

    p

    o

    e

    m

     

    UNTIL I WRITE ALL BLESSINGS I’M NOTHING. WHEN I WROTE THEM DOWN I’M YOU

    1946. day
    30th April 2010

    first hot day of the year

     

    I’m tired but this street roaming relaxes me

     

    it’s magnificent this leg after leg moving ahead

     

    days of thirst are beginning

     

    yesterday I cut into the nail on the left hand with a knife

    so now I keep on catching the clothes with it

     

    I’m thirsty. I’m sleepy. I’m worn out. I don’t have what to write about

     

    the fact that I don’t have what to write about is exciting

     

    it’s even more exciting that I’ll be writing even though I don’t have what to write about

     

    there will be some strength even though I don’t have any

     

    beauty won’t deceive me the same way I’m not deceiving it

     

    yesterday’s joys have worn me out

     

    joys have been working for me – now I’m working for joys

     

    I don’t have any joy at the moment but that is a great joy as well

     

    I took a photo of myslef next to the graffiti

    I’m ashamed, therefore I exist

    because I respect it’s author

     

    baby potatoes are soon going to come

     

    I love everyone who is a potato to somebody else

     

    who is a lettuce to the lettuce

     

    beans to beans

     

    rest to rest

     

    life lives from the other

     

    love lives for the other

     

    I picked up a round pebble from the street

     

    not a single stone has a heart of stone

     

    the wisdom of the stones advises everybody that their hart shouldn’t be out of stone

     

    stones are calm

     

    stones are quiet

     

    whoever threw a stone on somebody else they didn’t throw

    a stone but themselves and they also hit themselves

     

    stone is everything to me and I am everything to the stone

     

    stones see everything and everybody but others rarely see them

    that’s why they are so calm

     

    many people behave as if everybody is watching only them

    and that’s why people are not calm

     

    many people do everything to be watched and they live out of that

     

    I bought two lettuces and picked up one radish of the ground

     

    when I enter the Nest I take out everything from my pockets. I wash my hands and face

    I soak the lettuce in a big pot. I sit in front of the computer and I download

    all blessings from the Dictaphone. I send them to Violeta to edit

    and Ivana to translate them. I take a shower...

    then it’s time for the lettuce

     

    59TH TIME 33 DAYS

    1947. day
    1st May 2010

    I hope I don’t get ill

     

    last night it started with the nose and tonight it carried on with sweating

     

    it’s easier now that I wrote it

     

    beloved Elder Porphyrios never prayed for his health because he was ashamed

     

    it’s Saturday. it’s fifteen degrees outside. it will be up to thirty

     

    it’s first of May. Labour Day. I don’t know if the shops are opened

     

    I’m walking in my Crocs shoes through my garden – Universe

     

    the swallows are high. I don’t know if I manage to take a photo of them

     

    I hear them shrieking in their fast flight

     

    I always feel good with swallows

     

    everybody feels good with swallows

     

    I’m enjoying the smell of cut grass. I regret that I haven’t

    lay in the grass and watched the sky more in my life

     

    I believe that the same tone can be heard in every blessing of Miroslav Mandic

     

    music of one tone

     

    she gently caressed his bare shoulder and then even more gently kissed him

     

    I just remembered that I forgot to soak the lettuce

     

    these kind of things also happen to me – I take the calculator and pedometer

    and unconsciously swop their places so in the morning I can’t find the pedometer

     

    but enjoying while waiting for the lights to turn green

    leaning on the metal post is what I do the best

     

    or in this awareness about the uniqueness of every step that I make

     

    uniqueness of this inhale

     

    uniqueness of this exhale

     

    since every inhale is already unique with every breath I take

    I inhale the Universe and all beings

     

    since every exhale is already unique with every exhale

    I exhale the Love for the Universe and all beings

     

    I’m walking peacefully after previous two blessings

     

    I’m sorry that I didn’t take a photo of the woman who

    gently touched and kissed her man’s shoulder

     

    it’s natural to love technology – it’s written on a billboard

    that advertises Technology Fair. what is repulsive in marketing

    and advertising is that they are abusing all centuries old knowledge

     

    advertising billboards are the anthology of stolen human spirit

     

    I hope that lemon and propolis with Echinacea will help me

     

    I’m watching Your terrace but You are not there

     

    when in ecstasy I’m God

     

    in tranquillity all beings

     

    between ecstasy and tranquillity I’m You

     

    hallo love – said the fruit selling woman who already addressed

    me in such a way when she saw word love on my temple

     

    DEAR

    1949. day
    3rd May 2010

    I live for You

     

    I am Your Miroslav Mandic take away

     

    God I feel You within me – it’s me – a poem of all beings

     

    beggars love in divine way

     

    people are stealing each other’s energies in all kinds of ways

     

    through knowledge. violence. ideologies. through playing up to somebody. getting ill

    through lies. charming through sorrow. through anger. intimidation. through seduction

    through promises. betrayals. through ridiculing. through motherhood. through fatherhood

     

    most of the people are stealing energy

     

    rare people are creating energy. even more rare are those who are giving it away

    but only one is creating enough energy for everybody

     

    all beings are in one

     

    through all beings horror transforms into the goodness

     

    every word is gratitude for the grace with which I say every word

     

    through every word I shelter myself within the heart of all beings

     

    through every word I shelter the heart of every being

     

    harmony of contradictions

     

    contradiction of harmony

     

    if a poet is the shepherd of the words then a poem is his donkey

     

    every word within his poem is his shepherd’s stick

     

    I am a stick of writing

     

    parks are spreading large amounts of gentleness

     

    every time is the best time for real time

     

    I love to take it from one spot and then circle circle circle around it

    until the moment in which thinking becomes poetry

     

    I miss you sea

     

    I love to start from the circle and to circle circle into the

    one spot until my thinking becomes poetry

     

    an old man is pulling heavy cart up the hill

     

    heart to heart

     

    a dog is watching towards the open window and the man

    who is coming towards him is greeting him with lifted eyebrows

     

    wind is swinging tree branches – beings love to caress other beings

     

    either you caress or you steel

     

    caress me God is constantly saying to the mankind

     

    caress me – a man is sometimes saying to God

     

    lift me up – a white round pebble told me

     

    take me as well – said the other round pebble

     

    WALKING FOR GAZMEN DJOGANI

    1950. day
    4th May 2010

    God’s beauty created with goodness

    http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap100503.html

     

    God’s goodness kissed by beauty

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/sueskeepsakes/4577717382/

     

    I don’t know how to connect this page with internet

    so as these addresses from previous two blessings become blue

     

    nobody and nothing save love

     

    somebody and something kills love

     

    sometimes one can love only if they are nobody and nothing

     

    sometimes loneliness is the only way of kissing all beings

     

    nobody salt – nothing bread

     

    constantly loving love of unloved

     

    when I see that somebody’s joy makes others unhappy I’m ashamed to rejoice

     

    happiness you are happy only through happiness of all beings

     

    making an effort – kissing everything

     

    only a couple that loves each other in such way that they love everything is – love

     

    I’m ashamed because I think badly about some people

     

    I’m ashamed that I think about them at all instead of loving them

     

    only wining myself

     

    I would love to see rattans somewhere

     

    sometimes joy isn’t anything else but being worthy of somebody’s suffering

     

    I admire sufferers who are transforming their suffering into joy for others

     

    I really want success and love only within all beings

     

    for a moment I feel really ashamed from some thoughts of mine

     

    sometimes I feel life inside of me unbearable because it annuls somebody else’s life

     

    life wants to live. some beings cannot survive that

    and that’s why they cut their lives short

     

    this camomile helped me... here are first poppies of this year

     

    poppies are the testimony of my great love and great love suffering. I was

    twenty four. I watched them alongside the roads on my way to Germany

     

    beauty often lies behind the ugliness

     

    goodness often revives in a sinner

     

    sinner atones for the sins all of those that are not aware of their sins

     

    power kills the energy of other beings – helplessness steals the energy of other beings

     

    I’m thinking You like-mindedness

     

    Your suffering refined me

    dedicated to Gazmen Djogani and his last night’s sufferings

     

    I wish that after love suffering You love with all-love

     

    BUD OF ALL BEINGS

    1951. day
    5th May 2010

    don’t worry

     

    I am the soles of all beings

     

    I am the feet of all beings

     

    I am the heels of all beings

     

    I am knees of all beings

     

    I am the bones of all beings

     

    I am the spine of all beings

     

    I am the pussy of all beings

     

    I am the dick of all beings

     

    I am the anus of all beings

     

    I am the belly of all beings

     

    I am the tits of all beings

     

    I am the arms of all beings

     

    I am the hands of all beings

     

    I am the fingers of all beings

     

    I am the neck of all beings

     

    I am the face of all beings

     

    I am the eyes of all beings

     

    I am the lips of all beings

     

    I am the nose of all beings

     

    I am ears of all beings

     

    I am the skin of all beings

     

    I am the blood of all beings

     

    I am the juices of all beings

     

    I am the heart of all beings

     

    I am the brain of all beings

     

    I am the soul of all beings

     

    I am the spirit of all beings

     

    I am the unknown of all beings

     

    I am the uncreated of all beings

     

    I am the name of all beings

     

    I am the humour of all beings

     

    don’t be afraid

     

    ISN'T IT SO

    1952. day
    6th May 2010

    God is God in the heart of every word

     

    God is God — I'd love to get a tattoo on my left temple picture of the Universe soon

     

    God is God — I'd love to get a tattoo a word Bud on the left side of my neck

     

    God is God — I'm making a step

     

    God is God — I'm making a step — I'm supporting Your decision

     

    God is God — I'm making a step — I wish Your luck

     

    God is God because he's alone the most

     

    God is God because a lot of beings live for God and give their lives for Him

     

    God is God because of the swallow's wings

     

    God is God because of the clear water

     

    God is God because sea loves trees

     

    God is God because clear and good thoughts

     

    God is God because I love God

     

    God is God because through God everything is God

     

    God is God because through God everybody is God

     

    God is God because through God I am also God

     

    God

     

    God is God because nobody pays Him for being God

     

    God is God because it doesn't pay off to anybody to be God

     

    God is God because with everybody's birth God is even more God

     

    God is God because with everybody's death God is even more God

     

    God is God because with every poem God is even more God

     

    God is God — it got cloudy

     

    God is God — wind is starting to blow stronger

     

    God is God — thunders

     

    God is God — first drops of rain

     

    God is God — a drop of rain on my temple

     

    God is God — wind is carrying the dust

     

    God is God because water is water

     

    God is God because Miroslav Mandic is Miroslav Mandic

     

    God is God because Miroslav Mandic is God

     

    God is God because You are God

     

    God

     

    DEDICATED TO THE TESTAMENT OF FRIENDSHIP

    1953. day
    7th May 2010

    Bogdanka Poznanovic

    dedicated to Bogdanka and Dejan Poznanovic

     

    always

    dedicated to forever

     

    forever

    dedicated to always

     

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsiYfk5RV_Q&feature=related

    dedicated to the freedom of all beings

     

    early morning

    dedicated to the early morning

     

    dew on the grass

    dedicated to the dew on the grass

     

    young nettle

    dedicated to the young nettle

     

    she bowed her head – a has a sore belly

    dedicated to the girl with a sore belly

     

    flute of air

    dedicated to the music of air

     

    goodness of the unexpected

    dedicated to the goodness of the unexpected

     

    soul of the machine

    dedicated to the soul of the machine

     

    forehead of the soles

    dedicated to the prayer-walking

     

    heal of the fingers

    dedicated to the prayer-writing

     

    belly-button of the bud

    dedicated to the prayer-creation

     

    silk of the mind

    dedicated to the cotton of nonviolence

     

    from the cup

    dedicated to the old times

     

    tears

    dedicated to the tears

     

    sparkles

    dedicated to the sparkles

     

    http://translate.google.com/?tab=yT - sr|en|како да напишем оно што не знамevo

    dedicated to the Google Translate

     

    now I can write in English

    dedicated to the one and only – God’s – language

     

    to be compassionate for the lack of freedom of the powerful ones

    dedicated to the roses

     

    to be compassionate for the narrow-mindedness of the clever ones

    dedicated to the path

     

    to be compassionate for those who are mocking

    dedicated to the sincere ones

     

    to be compassionate for the brown-noses

    dedicated to the children’s effulgence

     

    to be compassionate for the hoity-toities

    dedicated to the innocent ones

     

    spilled tea

    dedicated to the common experiences

     

    experience of language

    dedicated to the lovers of language

     

    a kiss

    dedicated to the love workers

     

    transiency

    dedicated to the eternal transiency and eternal newness

     

    alone

    dedicated to the alone one

     

    Miroslav Mandic

    dedicated to Your Miroslav Mandic

     

    observation

    dedicated to the well-intentioned

     

    dedication

    dedicated to the oblates

     

    TEAR OF THE BUD OF ALL BEINGS

    1954. day
    8th May 2010

    tears

     

    tear

     

    tears are tearing

     

    tears of tears

     

    road of tear

     

    tear of rose

     

    face of tear

     

    tear of soul

     

    tear of mind

     

    tears are pouring

     

    bathe me with you tears

     

    tear and dew

     

    eye

     

    tear is dewing

     

    lip

     

    dew is tearing

     

    love – tell me

     

    tear – love-kiss me

     

    yearning for a touch

     

    yearning for water

     

    yearning for air

     

    yearning for light

     

    tear of yearning

     

    tear

    tear

    tear

    tear

    tear

     

    transform me with tears of orgasm

     

    tear

     

    I gave an oath to life with the orgasm of tears

     

    healing through tears

     

    richness through tears

     

    joy through tears

     

    tearGod

     

    God’stear

     

    love – God’stear

     

    LOVE LOVE LOVES-KISSES

    1956. day
    10th May 2010

    tear tears tear

     

    I’m walking over the grass of the football stadium in Zvezdara forest

     

    it’s soft

     

    the smell of grass relaxes me

     

    one fly is buzzing over my head

     

    there is nobody around

     

    glory glorifies glory

     

    acacia is blooming

     

    forest and me

     

    love and love forever

     

    I don’t know how to get out of here

     

    lizard run away behind concrete staircases

     

    I picked the acacia and I’m chewing it. it’s sweet

    reminds me of first summer swims in my youth

     

    idlers are guarding the memories of heavens

     

    forest path is still damp from yesterday’s rain

     

    I’m climbing slowly not to slip

     

    I love when the earth path winds

     

    there are cherries – they look red

     

    greenery has grown rapidly

     

    green greenery greens

     

    rooster is crowing while I’m taking a photo of the path

     

    path regenerates me – takes me into the centre

     

    earth path soft like grass

     

    path is filling me with joy

     

    I’m walking slowly so as to remain longer happy

     

    knees like soft paths. golden bug is crossing my path

     

    silk is silking the silk

     

    idlers are making world beautiful with their idling

     

    idler is idling an idler

     

    I’m thinking of house without the walls – house of infinity

     

    flies are flying around the dead bird that fell out of the nest

     

    I’m standing and watching the snail crossing over one little branch. I enjoy it’s

    speed. it doesn’t move but it progresses. it’s trace is gleaming. I love snails – they are

    teaching me to love. I will get off the grass path onto the asphalt in order not to step on

    a snail

     

    I started to translate Angelus Silesius’ The Cherub Wanderer

    this morning with Google-translate

     

    WALKING – HOUSE OF STEPS. I’M WALKING – I DWELL IN ROSES

    1957. day
    11th May 2010

    this is a picture

     

    this is music 

     

    this is a word 

     

    my steps are soft and quite 

     

    few drops of rain are joining me 

     

    sometimes is hard to write even a simplest blessing 

     

    the moment when it starts to rain. I don’t know if 

    it is just drops of rain or colder air or joy itself 

     

    I’m walking through walk – ohm 

    (in Serbian “through walk” or “with walk” is written “hodom” and “ohm” is written “om”,

    so “ohm” is actually a suffix “om”, and Miroslav wrote it with small hyphen: “hod-om”.

    same goes for all other cases)

     

    alone

     

    through God – ohm

     

    through woman – ohm

     

    loyal to the same – ohm

     

    the same is constantly changing and that’s how it is the same

     

    it delights me that with God is always ohm

     

    it delights me that with woman is always ohm

     

    it delights me that with a poem is always ohm

     

    with pepper – ohm. with lettuce – ohm. with bread – ohm

     

    with ball – ohm

     

    with abstraction – ohm

    I love You abstraction

     

    with information – ohm

     

    with an apple – ohm in the grass

     

    with grass – ohm

     

    with Miroslav – ohm and with You – ohm

    I exist because You exist

     

    with a rose – ohm and a bud – ohm

     

    from the large rosebush on the factory fence strong scent of big roses

    is spreading. through the scent of roses I am married with London roses

     

    London roses before I went on the Rose of Wandering hey

     

    with crown of the head – ohm

    a man

    with the sole – ohm

     

    with spirit – ohm

    with soul – ohm

    with body – ohm

     

    with rhythm-ohm – with rhyme-ohm

     

    with step-ohm – with house-ohm

     

    everything is the same to the loyal – ohm

     

    everything is loyal to the same – ohm

     

    every day is loyal

     

     

     

     

    I LOVE YOU BOY IN WHITE SHIRT

    1958. day
    12th May 2010

    lady-bird in front of my feet

     

    I exist so as everything else would exist

     

    by crossing on the other side of the street when I

    saw him in the distance I just acknowledged love for him

     

    I’m sorry that he won’t read today’s blessings

     

    those who I respect but I defer from them I don’t want to hurt with that difference

     

    I also don’t want to hurt anybody with my shyness

     

    nor with God

     

    nor with Universe in which I am

     

    nor with art that I create

     

    nor with Bud of All Beings

     

    nor with Miroslav Mandic

     

    nor with Miroslav Mandic

     

    he was in white shirt

     

    a boy

     

    I love him even more

     

    I meander through the streets

     

    invisible

     

    old houses of poor people are being knocked down

     

    cheep radishes in cardboard boxes

     

    from this morning lettuce is cheaper

     

    four young hairdressers are sitting on the steps of the shop and smoking

     

    a boy in the white shirt is older than me

     

    he was walking youthfully and vigorously

     

    I wish You health and love my Young and Vigorous

     

    without confession there is no salvation – I read today in the

    book The Road into the Heavens of another boy Elder Cleopa

     

    all hands on her

    I took a photo of a doorknob on the old courtyard doors and imagined all hands that were on it

     

    I’m walking over the edge of the stone blocks

     

    hey

     

    a stone of beginning

     

    with every stone I’m on the very beginning

     

    every stone remembers everything

     

    universe

    of

    beginning

    within

    the

    beginning

    of

    the

    universe

     

    you are on my tongue

     

    CHAIR

    1959. day
    13th May 2010

    what knees are to legs elbows are to arms

     

    I’m going to look for a computer chair

     

    I have to choose between two of them. and I don’t know how

    to transport it. I’m thinking of taking it on my back

     

    it would probably be too difficult to carry it but if I

    carry it because of the blessings it would probably be easier

     

    carrying of the chair – it would be a really nice title

     

    hallo red roses – I say to the red roses on the fence

     

    every day is one work of art

     

    last night Srdjan told me that he carried his chair on his head

    from the shop to his apartment. but later on his head was hurting

     

    feat liberates but it also kills

     

    feat cleanses but it can also make you arrogant

     

    thin line is dividing good from bad

     

    even thinner line joins good with good

     

    I saw first chair on the Boulevard. now I’m going to the other one in Sindjeliceva street

     

    I bought the second one. paid. they will bring it to me till five

     

    no carrying. no feat

     

    feat without feat

     

    it’s Kaca Celan’s feat with whose money I bought the chair

     

    every day I sit on the chair I will think of Kaca Celan

     

    it’s nice that Srdjan for carrying the chair remains bigger hero

     

    I love chairs and I love the art of chair

     

    Kosuth’s chairs are for me one of the nicest art works

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Kosuth

     

    few days ago I asked Srdjan to take a look at chairs in the shops

    since he needs it as well so he could buy them for the both of us

     

    now I’ll suggest Srdjan to buy the first one

    so that after some time we could swop

     

    carrying of the chair made me feel excited

    since I have foggy remembrance that I already did it

     

    to carry a chair

     

    to think the sneakers

     

    to believe in jauntiness

     

    I think I was carrying it through the town and taking photos of it but I remember

    even more that for some time I was absorbed in thought of doing it all over the world

     

    I’m

    laying

    sitting

    walking

     

    I saw Srdjan off. he went to buy a chair for himself

    I’m waiting in front of the building for mine

     

    I’m sitting on the new blue chair. I adjusted it. everything else is friendship

     

    chair I enjoy in You – enjoy in me chair

     

    EXACTLY LIKE THAT

    1960. day
    14th May 2010

    without stimulus I typed these seven words

     

    seven words are good and nice measure

     

    you’ve just started and it’s already finished

     

    horses at run

     

    sex of thoughts

     

    thoughts are kissing each other – you don’t think through thoughts

     

    horse’s strength – strength of trees

     

    ships from trees. houses from trees. tables from trees. beds from trees

     

    jam from plums from trees

     

    books from trees

     

    fire from trees

     

    everything is live

     

    iron breathes

     

    gravity is awake

     

    salt an sugar are making things salty and sweet

     

    letters in books are waiting to be read

     

    if I was smoking I would be writing about cigarettes

     

    I’m wearing glasses – glasses are watching

     

    I’m walking first time second ten year walking

     

    I’m walking around the Planet circling through the Universe

     

    I’m sitting at the desk on the new chair

     

    my armpits are sweating

     

    what is the role of an armpit

     

    the news is only what the powerful are hiding – I heard yesterday on television

     

    conversation reveals us – I heard day before yesterday on television

     

    I closed my eyes and I’m dosing off on the chair

     

    I’m off to the bed for a little bit

     

    I enjoyed it. I covered myself with the blanket. I relaxed. surrendered...

     

    telephone woke me up – Jelena Besir

     

    resting is very important thing – everything that exists revives me

     

    for all His rest is work and all His work is rest – Angleus Silesius

    I decided today that on question how are you from now on I will answer Thanks God

     

    it’s warm. it will be colder for the weekend

     

    I’ll shave myself and go on walking

     

    MANKIND IS SECTARIAN

    1961. day
    15th May 2010

    it’s raining. wind is blowing. it’s Saturday

     

    earthly paths are becoming muddy in the rain

     

    above highways and rivers wind is stronger

     

    I was going down Grcica Milenka street. through Vojvode Djurovica

    I’m going up. afterwards I will go up again and down again and once more

    down and once more up and through the forest I will get to Ban’s Hill

     

    rain sweat and wind – I hope they don’t make me ill

     

    wind is blowing harder through wide streets

     

    I’m passing under the eaves of the Red Star football stadium

     

    sweating make me healthy

     

    I prefer to walk through the plains

     

    I’m squeezing the water from my sleeve

     

    wet from inside and out I’m thinking of birds while they’re flying over the ocean

     

    I manage to get at half twelve to the petrol station

    in Pozeska street on meeting with Vesna Lopicic

     

    I might move to her empty apartment on Ban’s Hill

     

    Ban’s Hill is better for my walking. because of the forest. lake Ada. river Sava

     

    the most important is that I’m always poetically dwelling. in the house of infinity. in roses

     

    I made it on time. looked at the apartment. it’s nice. I will move there on 1st July

     

    I was completely wet. Ivana who lives close by brought me three dry t-shirts

     

    same way back. only now the sun is shining

     

    I should inform my landlady Slavica Generalovic that I will move out

    it’s unpleasant. I hope it doesn’t upset her too much

     

    I’m looking forward to the change. to the forests that are around

     

    the edge of the town is close and everything outside the city that I yearn for

     

    I’m sitting at my computer. the rain patters against the windowpanes

    I’m tired. I walked 21 kilometre

     

    mankind is closed within itself. separated from other beings

     

    it got dark

     

    I’m really tired. hungry. my legs are hurting. my back

    back of the head. shoulders. toes. jaws

     

    I’m enjoying the roses

     

    everything that exists is just one bud

     

    Bud of All Beings

     

    I kiss You – sing me

     

    there was a flash of lighting – lightings are blossoming

     

    Your sex is magnificent – it’s thundering – my sex is through magnificent

     

    thunder stuck close by

     

    where are the sparrows now

     

    LOVE SPEAKS

    1963. day
    17th May 2010

    I love to walk through London parks full of roses

     

    I love when everybody goes their own way

     

    I love if A would be what she already is now even though she doesn’t know it

    tell her that

     

    I love that waterfalls feel fine in my heart

     

    I love bread crumbs – sweetest food forever

     

    I love pussy that liberates people from taboos and language hypocrisy

     

    I love cock that freed itself from being cocky and waging wars

     

    I love to witness the birth of every word in past and in present

     

    I love to nurse constantly all beings with milk of love

     

    I love when frontiersmen of the world identify themselves

    with the middle-men of the world

     

    I love when natives identify themselves with the immigrants

     

    I love migratory birds who are arranging this world

     

    I love the voice of Ruth Brown

     

    I love everybody that sings

     

    I love everybody who surrenders to somebody else

     

    this

    poem

    caresses

    my

    lips

     

    I love thinking through caressing

     

    I love when it rains. rain is a good friend

     

    it’s nothing. it’s just a sorrow

     

    wind is turning the rain into the rainy dust

     

    worms are swimming in the puddles on the asphalt

     

    I love everything created

     

    everything created is created with my love

    everything created is love-kissed with my love

    everything created is immortal through my love

     

    I love fucking

     

    fucking liberates all beings from fears

     

    fucking – breathing through sense

    fucking – sensible breathing

    fucking – a grammar of being

     

    fucking loves prayer

     

    one and only skin of all beings

     

    this

    poem

    kisses

    my

    labia

     

    I love the tenderness of the sexes

     

    I love the courage of singing

     

    I love the beauty of transformation

     

    poem sung through bow-down

     

    HAPPY HUNDRED AND SIXTH BIRTHDAY

    1964. day
    18th May 2010

    empathy – understanding and entering into another's feelings

    putting oneself into the psychological frame of reference of another

     

    matching – rainy dust is pouring on my face

     

    accord – when thoughts words and deeds are one

     

    harmony – when You are listening to me – when I’m looking at You

     

    symphony – when You are kissing me – when I’m creating You

     

    agreement – everything that we wished for ourselves we already did for each other

     

    compassion – seeing in each being the moment of their birth and hour of their death

     

    responding – love-kissing the beggars – thanking the gratitude

     

    merging – hoof to the eye eye to the hoof

     

    unison – clearness of the uncreated

     

    unity – allforoneoneforall

     

    unanimity – orgasm-like

     

    peace – all beings on my shoulder

     

    girl in front of me has thrown the umbrella into the trash bin and

    girl from the other side of the river didn’t buy me an umbrella she promised

     

    I remember how excited I was in my youth by the word empathy

     

    I felt it. I experienced it. it was directed at me. I directed myself at it

     

    when I heard it something occurred within me

     

    word occurrence

     

    something permeating. universal. non-human

     

    empathy draws me like mysticism

     

    it changed me. touched my being

     

    made me more the same

     

    my mysticism – that’s me like me

     

    my empathy – that’s me like You

     

    You and me are creating I

     

    at the same moment we looked at the same invisible point in which we became one

     

    paper napkins instead of toilet paper

     

    through the sensibility of planktons and through the cosmic dust

     

    through confession through humour

     

    through child-like bursts of existence

     

    pledged to the fragile ones – lit up with the humble ones

     

    Jelena the Woman of my Dream – I met Jelena by chance

    and took a photo of her face as mine

     

    it’s raining. our socks are wet. we understand each other

    we are kissing – word empathy was first used in 1904

     

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