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

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    are

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    POEM OF ART

    2993. day
    12th March 2013


    in the book Days of My Life today is The Day of Breakup With Art

     

    the day in memory of my breakup with art forty two years ago

     

    disgusted I was yearning for purity

     

    innocence

     

    source

     

    courage of being

     

    great art

     

    poem of poem

     

    picture of picture

     

    film of film

     

    performance of performance

     

    life of life

     

    man of man

     

     

    the

    poem

    of

    heavens

    is

    art

     

     

    poem of light

     

    poem of good

     

    of childlike

     

    through father’s sperm

     

    through mother’s milk

     

    that – mother is

     

    that – father is

     

    that – hand is

     

    that – water is

     

    I

     

    all of that is I

     

    art of creation

     

    creation the poem of art is

     

    all creation is in the first two chapters of the Bible

     

    not in the first two chapters but only in the first chapter

     

    not only in the first chapter but only in the first day of creation

     

    not only in the first day of creation but in the first verse

     

    not in the first verse but in the first word

     

    not in the first word but in God


     

    THE ART OF SINGING

    2994. day
    13th March 2013


    Srdjan

    it’s raining

     

    Sun

    the grass is green

     

    Vera

    seagulls are croaking

     

    Violeta

    it’s clearing up

     

    Ivana

    it’s dripping from the trees

     

    Mirjana

    it’s pattering over the roof

     

    Vladimir

    the worms have come out

     

    Zoltan

    grass is growing

     

    Vesna

    little circles are on the water

     

    Nada

    pebbles are shimmering

     

    Gerda

    the flock of seagulls is flying over the lake

     

    Petar

    two people with umbrellas are coming towards me

     

    Maja

    bricks are soaked with water

     

    Dule

    turtledoves can be heard

     

    Art

    it’s dripping from the gutter

     

    Zeljko

    water fountain splashes

     

    Yasuka

    new leaves will be coming out soon

     

    Mina

    old white dog is lying on the wet asphalt

     

    Branka

    kind-hearted man on the tractor is carrying manure

     

    Branko

    people are pouring gas on gas stations

     

    Nandhan

    smells on gasoline

     

    Tibika

    a boy is carrying a red rose

     

    Boro

    three bakery-women are smoking in front of the bakery

     

    Dusan

    voices across the lake can be heard

     

    Nemanja

    some of the branches still have autumn leaves

     

    Dagmar

    buds are sprouting

     

    Alexandra

    people are crossing the street

     

    Rada

    little Gypsies are begging on the crossroads

     

    Dragana

    dandelions are getting wet in the rain

     

    You

    meet me on the road

     

    You

    live me in the fairy-tale

     

    You

    through my poem fuck

     

    Srdjan

    it’s raining

     

     

     

    500TH PHOTO OF THE ONE MAN

    2995. day
    14th March 2013

     

    today I will make five hundredth photo of the One Man

     

    first one I made on the 14th July 1971

     

    ever since once a month I take a photo of my face

     

    forty two years of an undertaking and an

    art work which will last till the end of my earthly life

     

    the face of the One Man is adoration of God’s face

     

    the face of the One Man is admiring everyone’s face

     

    the face of the One Man is bowing to all faces

     

    I adore face

     

    face deifies

     

    face is art

     

    everyone’s face is the face of God

     

    everyone’s face is the masterpiece of art

     

    face of earth

     

    face of water

     

    face of air

     

    face of light

     

    face in orgasm

     

    face in prayer

     

    face in dancing

     

    face in singing

     

    face is rushing towards a face

     

    every face is the face of all beings

     

    each face is the mystical smile on the face of the world

     

    face denudes

     

    face makes us return to paradise

     

    from the 1st January 2010 I’m taking a photo of my face every day as well as

     

    the face of the Good Walker

     

    face of the face

    wow I really find the word face beautiful

     

    the face of entering the observation wonderment silence thinking

     

    face of tears smiles frowns peace joy solitude

     

    face of strength weakness yearning innocence ulteriority lasting

     

    on Monday I will take thousandth photo of the Good Walker

     

     

    t

    o

    f  a  c  e

    f

    a

    c

    e

     

     

    I WILL

    2996. day
    15th March 2013

     

    You can be my everything

    I will

     

    You can be my world

    I will

     

    You can be my sanctity

    I will

     

    You can be my holy-one

    I will

     

    You can be my holy-she

    I will

     

    You can be my holy-he

    I will

     

    You can be my light

    I will

     

    You can be my flower

    I will

     

    You can give me

    I will

     

    You can give in to me

    I will

     

    You can caress me

    I will

     

    You can hug me

    I will

     

    You can kiss me

    I will

     

    You can croon to me

    I will

     

    You can serve me

    I will

     

    You can work for me

    I will

     

    You can do with me everything You can’t do otherwise

    I can

     

    You can invigorate me

    I will

     

    You can encourage me

    I will

     

    You can sing to me

    I will

     

    You can be this rain to me

    I will

     

    You can be this snow to me

    I will

     

    You can be the light of dew to me

    I will

     

    You can be also to me

    I will

     

    You can be bowing to my youth to me

    I will

     

    You can be bowing to my old age to me

    I will

     

    You can dance this dance with me to the end of the world

    I will

     

    You can sing this song of mine into the infinity of the word

    I will

     

    You can lick my tears

    I will

     

    You can swallow my sperm

    I will

     

    You can give Your life for me

    I will

     

    You can surrender to me

    I will

     

    You can trust me

    I will

     


     

    37TH TIME LAO TZU

    2997. day
    16th March 2013

     

    Heaven's Way (Tao) is good at conquest without strife

    Lao Tzu in the Chapter 73

     

    Often it happens that the executioner is killed

    Lao Tzu in the Chapter 73

     

    I am Fernando Pessoa

    yesterday I forgot to write about reading poetry of

    Fernando Pessoa ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 5 am

     

    now is important to create and make a picture of the world, now

    when it is changed by those who again want to rule through killing

    two days ago I forgot to write down this sentence from my 2003 diary

     

     

    it’s

    saturday

    snow

    is

    budding

     

     

    four

    words

    four

    songs

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eto7S-oBErk

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziwsjE1O4Ow

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GmVajkqLNU

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt3IOdDE5iA

     

     

    Miroslav last week you wrote a poem

     

     

    it’s

    beautiful

    when

    i’m

    god

    to

    anybody

    who

    loves

    that

    i’m

    god

    to

    them

     

     

    and

    nobody responded you

     

    you also wrote a poem

     

     

    it’s

    beautiful

    when

    i’m

    a

    poem

    to

    anybody

    who

    loves

    that

    i’m

    a

    poem

    to

    them

     

     

    and

    nobody responded you

     

    you also wrote a third poem

     

     

    it’s

    beautiful

    when

    i’m

    a

    path

    to

    anybody

    who

    loves

    that

    i’m

    a

    path

    to

    them

     

     

    and

    nobody responded you

     

    you also wrote a fourth poem

     

     

    it’s

    beautiful

    when

    i’m

    a

    rose

    to

    anybody

    who

    loves

    that

    i’m

    a

    rose

    to

    them

     

     

    and

    nobody responded you

     

    you also wrote a fifth poem

     

     

    it’s

    beautiful

    when

    i’m

    one

    and

    only

    language

    to

    anybody

    who

    loves

    that

    i’m

    god one

    and

    only

    language

    to

    them

     

     

    and

    nobody responded you

     

    I will respond you Miroslav

     

    don’t give up

     

    don’t give up

    God

     

    don’t give up

    poem

     

    don’t give up

    path

     

    don’t give up

    rose

     

    don’t give up

    one and only language

     

     

    don’t give up

    miroslav

    mandic

    god

     

     

    don’t give up

    miroslav

    mandic

    poem

     

     

    don’t give up

    miroslav

    mandic

    path

     

     

    don’t give up

    miroslav

    mandic

    rose

     

     

    don’t give up

    miroslav

    mandic

    one

    and

    only

    language

     


     

    THOUSANDTH WALKING

    2999. day
    18th March 2013


    today is the thousandth walking of the Bud of Walking

     

    of the first time second ten year walking

     

    thirteen thousand two hundred and twenty kilometres behind me

     

    twenty six thousand eight hundred fifty seven kilometres in front of me

     

     

    e

    v

    e

    r

    y

    m

    o

    m

    e

    n

    t

    g

    o

    d

     

     

    today I will also draw a thousandth drawing of the Good Walker on which

    I’m writing the number of kilometres I walked that day and on the back of which I’m

    writing how much altogether kilometres I’ve walked and how many steps is it altogether

    Violeta and Ivana Good Walker is written Good Walker and the drawing of the Good Walker is written Good Walker

     

    today I will also make a hundredth photo in the work While…

    while walking a thousandth walking and drawing a thousandth drawing

    of the Good Walker You can feel my love for You

     

    I’ve poured the hot water over the instant tomato soup

     

    the wind has blew me through

     

    I thought I will be writing about the Bud of Walking while walking

    but Ivana has joined me so we were talking all the time

     

    Ivana asked me for the first time how I pray

     

    I was telling her

    ask Ivana what she experienced

     

    a miracle

     

    wow how this hot soup I’m drinking from the red cup feels good

     

    it warms me up from inside

     

    I feel pleasantness all over my blown through body

     

    my cheeks have heated up

     

    the Bud of Walking is more and more miraculous

     

    plain

     

    made of invisibility

     

    miraculous to the extent of unrecognizability

     

    it’s budding

     

    through walking

     

    through constant presence of love

     

    through singing of endlessness in the heart of closeness

     

    through creating innocence in the miracle of the very existence

     

    God speaks

    mystical experience I had yesterday

     

    and

     

     

    sings

    god

    sings

     

     

    e

    v

    e

    r

    y

    m

    o

    m

    e

    n

    t

    g

    o

    d

     

     

    to the glory of the thousandth walking I will go out once more on walking

     

    by the lake

    with Mirjana

     

    in the wind

     

     

    to god

    to

    god’s

    glory

    to

    you

    and

    all

    beings

     


     

    THREE THOUSANDTH DAY

    3000. day
    19th March 2013

     

    today is the three thousandth day of the book Miroslav Mandic

     

    I’m beginning with admiration

    Loiuse and Martine have entertained about ten men a day for fifty years

     

    poem is the highest form of serving

     

    one thousand and first walking of the Bud of Walking

    in the three thousandth day of the book Miroslav Mandic

     

    the spirit of mathematics is in the mathematics of spirit

     

    three thousand days of living and singing of one book

     

    of the book of singing

     

    through the peace

    of God

     

    Book of Singing

     

    Book of All-Singing is Book of All-Being is Book of All-Love

     

    Book of Singing sings God You and all beings

     

    Book of God

     

    Your Book

     

    Book of All Beings

     

    every word is the title of every word

     

    I’m thinking of God I am God

     

    I’m thinking of You I’m love-kissing You

     

    I’m thinking of all beings I’m singing each being

     

    the wind has stopped before the dawn

     

    in the one thousandth and first walking I will see Vesna Milovic after seven years

    from one to the other night people are telling new stories of the One Thousand and One Nights

     

    in the one thousandth and first walking

    I might walk for the first time with Vladimir Macura

     

    I will cross the bridge over the river Sava

     

    every word is a bridge towards the next word

     

    I will be calming myself down to the point of

    identification with everything that surrounds me

     

    identification is love-kissing

     

    coitus

     

    every word is a coitus with every word

     

    every word restores me

     

    every word regenerates me

     

    three thousandth day towards the three thousandth and first day

     

    one thousand and first walking towards the one thousand and second walking

     

    tiny

    in in in

     

     

    g

    o

    d

    g o d in d o g

    d

    o

    g

     

    EVERYTHING YOU SEE

    3001. day
    20th March 2013

     

    today at two past noon spring begins

     

    few days ago it was snowing

     

    today is sunny

    seventeen degrees centigrade

     

    God is the most visible in this world

     

    God is so visible that nobody sees him

     

    man everything You see God is

     

    only God is and that’s why only him You don’t see

     

    love-kiss my eyes love-kiss

     

    in God I’m more alive even when I’m dead than I’m alive in life when I’m alive

     

     

    every

    moment

    is

    my

    poem

     

     

    every

    poem

    of

    mine

    your

    glory

    is

    god

     

     

    all

    fervours

    are

    tranquillity

    in

    the

    god’s

    poem

     

     

    everything I’m singing to You is preparing You for the

    moment when I push You and You don’t get hurt but start flying

     

    I’m happy

     

    happy for no reason

     

    little red bug

     

    wind in young green grass

     

    enjoy my grace

     

    tenderness of buds on branches is bathing me from within

     

     

    god

    poem

    alive

    god

    is

    not a poem – God is

     

     

    in order to write a poem I should transform myself into a poem

     

    in order to sing the poem

    god

    poem

    alive

    god

    is

    I should transform myself into God

     

    when the force disappears God is

     

    there is no God without a paradox

     

    blood ties are killing of God

     

    renunciation of blood is a narrow path towards God

     

    all blood ties are death. prejudices are death. death is

    common sense thing of established feelings and thoughts

    prejudices of mankind

     

    implications which would like to hide and invalidate resurrection

    through implication nothing can be perceived transformed and resurrected

    man is dead through blood ties

     

    there is no death

     

    don’t put death upon me my beloved

     

    don’t put death upon me through Your common sense

    love save me from motherly fatherly sisterly brotherly daughterly and sonly love

     

     

    you

    see

    this

    poem

    don’t

    you

    yes I see this poem

     

     

    you

    see

    god

    don’t

    you

    yes I see God

     


     

    IT’S ABOUT LOVE AND ONLY ABOUT LOVE

    3002. day
    21st March 2013

      

    one

    and

    only

    good

    news

    is

    that

    conscience

    god

    is

     

     

    one

    and

    only

    good

    news

    is

    that

    consciousness

    god

    is

     

     

    man You cannot have conscience if You haven’t changed within the world

     

    man You cannot be consciousness if You haven’t changed Your consciousness

     

    consciousness – everything exists

     

    conscience – everything love-kisses

     

    everything – unification is

     

    only everything unifies

     

    people are dividing by unifying into blood and interest groups

     

    beautiful

    beautiful is

     

    good

    good is

     

    love

    love is

     

    God

    God

     

    only

     

    one

     

     

    t

    h

    a

    n

    k

    y

    o

    u

     

     

    it’s only about this

    it’s only about this

     

     

    love

    is

    a

    word

     

     

    i

    l

    o

    v

    e

    y

    o

    u

     

     

    only

    love

     

     

    only You know how much I love-kiss You

     

    only You know how much I miss You

     

    only You know how much I respect You

     

    only You know how loyal I am to You

     

    only You know that I am one and only poet

     

    only You know that I am one and only artist

     

    only You know that I am one and only walker

     

    only You know that I am one and only God

     

    only You know that we are grass

     

    only You know that we are sparrows

     

    only You know that we are buds

     

    only You know that we are rosepath

     

    only You know that I am You

    only You know that I am I am You are I am God

     


     

    91. PUT PO 33 DANA91ST TIME 33 DAYS

    3003. day
    22nd March 2013


    love is catching up

     

    love is catching up with me

     

    I love-kiss You love-kiss You love

     

    art of love is in love for art

     

    singing

     

    greatest enemy of art is culture

     

    greatest ally of culture is power

     

    it’s snowing

     

    snowing and singing are the same

     

     

    snow

    and

    poem

    are

    one

     

     

    it’s snowing in spring time

     

    art is joy of unpredictable

     

    snow is falling on green grass and purple flowers in the grass

     

    art is the wedding of fervour and calmness

     

    strong wind is carrying the snow across the water

     

    art is the child of paradise

     

    red geraniums from the warm café are observing how snow is falling

     

    art is the cry of freedom

     

    snow is not even falling but the wind is carrying it horizontally like a river

     

    art is already the very freedom

     

    there is nobody on the lake

     

    art is salvation

     

    snow wind art and me are one

     

    art is unification of all beings

     

    when snow turns into rain I hear it pattering over my hood

     

    art is when You just go go go

    and You never stop

     

    when the wind gets stronger I feel that You love-kiss me

     

    art is a poem of one within one

     

    wind is blowing from afar

    snow is falling from near by

    miracle of love is in everything

     

    I love the word love because it sings love the best

     

    I love the word love because the word love already love is

     

    wind is wind to snow. snow is snow to wind

     

    I am I to You

    You are You to me

    love is love to hatred

    poem is poem to art

    God

    to God

    God

     

    EVERY WORD

    3004. day
    23rd March 2013


    every

    word

    i

    pronounce

    is

    my

    poem

     

     

    every word I pronounce write sing makes me

     

     

    every

    word

    i

    write

    is

    my

    poem

     

     

    every word I pronounce write sing I am

     

     

    every

    word

    i

    sing

    is

    my

    poem

     

     

    in front of every word I pronounce write sing is the word everything

    everything Universe

     

    one

    one You

     

    success

    love grass

     

    love

    freedom sparrow

     

    loyalty

    loyalty of a poppy

     

    transformation

    body in water

     

    freedom

    airflow

     

    health

    I surrender to anything

     

    joy

    anything invigorates me

     

    path

    I fuck You hugging and kissing of mine

     

    rose

    I hug You fucking and kissing of mine

     

    bud

    I kiss You hugging and fucking of mine

     

    I

    I love singing of singing – it’s a mind to the mind

     

    peace

    I love creating of creating – it’s a soul to the soul

     

    light

    I love walking of walking – it’s a body to the body

     

    goodness

    agreeing

     

    beauty

    holly wonderer

     

    yes

    harmony

     

    I will

    consciousness of conscience love-kisses conscience of consciousness

     

    come

    consciousness of conscience hugs conscience of consciousness

     

    in step

    consciousness and conscience are one

     

    pussy

    consciousness of poem is conscience of pussy

     

    cock

    conscience of poem is consciousness of dick

     

    fucking

    cock of singing love-kisses the pussy of poem

     

    thank you

    step one step two step one step two step one step two are one step

     

    please

    cock is a lover and is not a hunter and warrior

     

    wedding

    pussy is a lover and not a mother and motherhood

     

     

    every

    word

    i

    pronounce

    write

    sing

    god

    is

     


     

    EACH MOMENT

    3006. day
    25th March 2013

     

    I’m sleepy

     

    I was walking and will walk some more

     

    the wind has blew me through a bit

     

    warmth is making me sleepy

     

    I would love to go down town and buy new New Testament

     

    I will be reading it more often

     

    maybe even every day

     

    other spiritual literature I will reduce

     

    apart from beloved mystics

     

    I’m reducing all other things as well

     

    I care more and more about grass

     

    sparrows

     

    God’s Gypsy kids

     

    crows which I’m watching every day

     

    lizards which will soon appear

     

    I care more and more about Julian Assange and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

     

    about poem in the eyes of every being

     

    I’m thinking about animals whose eyes I saw

     

    beloved flies

     

    I was in bed

     

    sleeping for half an hour

     

    wow how pleasant it was

     

    I laid down dressed up so I was even warmer

     

    I curled up

     

    disappeared

     

    I turned down the iTunes so blues was also lulling me

     

    appeasement helped my heart which was yearning for sleep

     

    each moment spent in tranquillity and without pain is paradise

     

    grace

     

    gratitude

     

    modesty bathe me and don’t leave me

     

    enjoy in my heart

     

    let’s welcome swallows with a smile

     


     

    IN KAJA’S GLORY

    3007. day
    26th March 2013


    twenty one years ago Kaja passed away

     

    in the book Days of My Life today is the Day When Mothers are Passing Away

     

    Kaja is the mother of all beings

     

    Kaja – joy which exists

     

    it’s snowing

     

    it’s snowing in Kaja’s glory

     

    in Kaja’s glory today I wrote a letter to Violeta Ivana and Mirjana

     

    they are closest to me in my everyday life and work

     

    Violeta is editing and correcting blessings of the Miroslav Mandic book every day

     

    Ivana is translating blessings of the Miroslav Mandic book to English every day

     

    Mirjana is showing the most enthusiasm and gives the most money

     

    everything else that should be done is on hold

     

    apart from everyday work I cannot get into any of the work

    that is on hold since then the things I’m singing are going to snap

     

    I don’t know what to do

    I hope I will never stop singing

     

    there is nobody to get the advice from about the problems I’m troubled with

     

    there is nobody who I could tell the God’s miracle I feel and live

     

    there is nobody with whom I could share the miracle of singing creating and walking

     

    it’s God’s glory

     

    it’s snowing

     

    today I’ll start to think about what to do and how to work if on the first of June

    I break up working with Ivana and Violeta and if I break up working on the web site

     

    I will be thinking in glory of all imprisoned ones

     

    in glory of Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

     

    Julian Assange

     

    Mohamed Bouazizi

     

    Jan Palach

     

    Christ

     

    crucified

     

    resurrected

     

    constantly resurrecting

     

    in anyone’s brave heart

     

    resurrecting through the love of the immortal ones

     

    sing

    them

     

    just

    sing

    them

    miroslav

    and

    don’t

    give

    up

    don’t

    ever

    give

    up

    miroslav

    sing

    them

    and

    love-kiss

    them

    through

    tears

    of

    freedom

    and

    in

    all

    beings

    resurrect

    m

    i

    r

    o

    s

    l

    a

    v

     


     


     

    FIRST WAY

    3008. day
    27th March 2013

     

    light snow is falling

     

    yesterday I was thinking about the first of June this year

     

    should I break up or carry on

     

    whatever it is what’s the most important is that it is dear to God

     

    dear

    to

    God

    You

    all being

     

    three ways

     

    first way – to stop doing everything I’m working on for one year

     

    second way – to stop working with Violeta Ivana and working with the web site

     

    third way – to carry on with everything

     

    since December when I started thinking about break up

    in order to improve my work I was thinking about breaking up

    with Violeta’s editing Ivana’s translating and working with the web site

     

    yesterday I felt that if I’m breaking up it would

    be good to break up with everything for one year

     

    I felt that I could do that and I felt great relief in that

     

    I took on walking a little paper accordion with everything I’m working with

     

    One Man – now forty two years old work till the end of my life

    Red Notebook – now forty two years old miracle till the end of my life

    86400 – 86400 moments and works every day or immaterial art

    I am God – everyday writing of the poem I am God to the end of my life

    Miroslav Mandic – everyday work on fourteen years long book

    Blue Roses – everyday work on decennial picture

    Blue Film – everyday work on decennial film

    64 Buds – everyday work on sixty four decennial pictures

    Bud of Walking – walking 13 km every day

    Bud of the Face – taking photo of my face every day

    Bud of a Day – everyday photo of a day

    Good Walker – everyday drawing

    miroslavmandic.name – everyday work on the web site

    Bud of All Beings – everyday definitions of the Bud of All Beings

    Coffees of Courage – everyday work with money

     

    I was looking at the little drawing on the little paper accordion which represents each

    of these works and while walking I was thinking whether I can and could this be stopped

     

    I felt I could stop and with God’s will after one year carry on

     

    on each of the works would be left with a trace of the one year of void and break up

     

    painful

    salvific

     

    when I felt that it is possible I felt great relief

     

    I was thinking that I would love to disappear somewhere

     

    not somewhere God knows where since that is impossible for me because I don’t want

    to cross state borders and by doing so confirm them and use

    the passport in which I don’t believe

     

    but somewhere

     

    here

     

    close by which is sometimes the most remote

     

    somewhere in some motel in Vojvodina

     

    to be silent and to forget about everything

     

    to freshen up

     

    only to surrender to God

     

    to hug and love-kiss Him

     

    more free and joyful

     

    it’s snowing harder

     

    pain in the chest is lessening

     

    snowflakes first bounce of the asphalt and then they melt immediately

     


     

    SECOND WAY

    3009. day
    28th March 2013

     

    second way

    breaking up with the work with Violeta and Ivana and work on the web-site

     

    the second way would be to stop working with Violeta with Ivana

    I would also stop working on the web-site. stop socialising with Mirjana

    love is forever

     

    I would carry on with

     

    One Man

    now forty two years old work till the end of my life

    Red Notebook

    now forty two years old miracle till the end of my life

    86400

    86400 moments and works every day or immaterial art

    I am God

    everyday writing of the poem I am God to the end of my life

    Miroslav Mandic

    everyday work on fourteen years long book

    Blue Roses

    everyday work on decennial picture

    Blue Film

    everyday work on decennial film

    64 Buds

    everyday work on sixty four decennial pictures

    Bud of Walking

    walking 13 km every day

    Bud of the Face

    taking photo of my face every day

    Bud of a Day

    everyday photo of a day

    Good Walker

    everyday drawing

    Bud of All Beings

    everyday definitions of the Bud of All Beings

    Coffees of Courage

    everyday work with money

     

    a lot and a lot of times I was telling Violeta Ivana and Mirjana things

    which they didn’t do and now all of that has become a bug in our relationship

     

    Violeta says that I should break up with her

     

    because I haven’t improved and made the work on checking blessings better

     

    because I haven’t implemented a lot of your suggestions which I wanted and accepted

     

    because I’m not undertaking and I’m late

    there you go I’m also late with great exciting gift-project Them which you gave me

     

    because it is a betrayal of art which you are creating

    and values which you are living and singing every day which I

    feel and which I admire and which I don’t support with my own life

     

    Ivana says that I should break up with her

     

    because there is no devotion and admiration

     

    because I’m fantasising a lot concerning you and your work

     

    because some wonderful things in those fantasies I don’t implement at all

     

    because I’m reserved and distanced and not getting in with all my being

     

    because I’m stuck to myself and my parents

     

    Mirjana says that I should break up with her

     

    I’m not a zero and that’s why I cannot receive you who are hundred percent

     

    because you’re dealing with me too much and because I’m insisting on my ways

     

    because I’m in the system and because it drags me off even

    though I surrender to You and enjoy and yearn to live only like that

     

    because I’m arguing with you and I don’t live externally everything I agree with internally

     

    because of the minuses I made and I never corrected them

     

    because I don’t know the art of Miroslav Mandic

    I’m not working on the system of values through which I could work with you

     

    because I don’t have the sameness on

    emotional mental volitional level of consciousness with you

    and through physical level my need to tie you only with me shoots out

     

    I have to stop because there is no end and that’s why we

    should break up because there are more bad than good things with me

     

    if I stop everyday work on the web-site that is because there are mistakes in it

    which I cannot eliminate and because without Zoltan I cannot improve my web-site

     

    I would be very sorry to stop all of that because

    twenty or so people are visiting the site every day

     

    each break up is very dangerous

    but it can also be salvific

     

    if I break up with Violeta Ivana Mirjana and web-site the most important is to

    carry on with everything else and to live and work in God’s Yours and all beings’ grace

     

    to magnify through my life and work hope faith and love for new one and new persons

    new persons are unknown people or the ones I know in case they change and become new

     

    new person of mine I love-kiss You

     

    new person of mine I’m waiting for You

     

    come


    THIRD WAY

    3010. day
    29th March 2013

     

    third way

    to carry on with everything

     

    there are three ways within the third way

     

    the old way – with misery cubed

     

    in change – with more work agreement and identification

     

    in new way – with new person

     

    all three ways are good because they are unknown to me

     

    three ways can be reduced to two

     

    first way – the old way

     

    second way – in change and in new way

     

    it’s important to go one of the two ways and not to hesitate or go between them

     

    today is Mohamed Bouazizi’s birthday

    may everything I live work and sing be also in glory of Mohamed Bouazizi

     

    it’s important to give in and surrender myself on the way I’m going to carry on

     

    on the first way I would be even more alone

     

    alone – for all beings

     

    alone – a poem to each being

     

    alone – in glory of all lone ones

     

    second way is with the other

     

    with the other – loyal to others

     

    with the other – identical other

     

    with the other – dedicated other

     

    with Goddess – eternal poem of all beings

     

    with Goddess – eternal wedding with all beings

     

    with Goddess – eternal glory of one and only God

     

    the most important is to sing create and

    live each moment dear to God You and all beings

     

    each moment of the 86400 moments each day

     

    only goodness

     

    only beauty

     

    only love

     

    only immortality

     

    everyone has succeeded within me already

     

    everyone is already joy within me

     

    everyone is already love-kissed within me

     

    everyone is immortal within me


     

    FAIRY-TALE 3

    3011. day
    30th March 2013


    this is how I went through March

     

    I got from

    Mirjana Lukic 155 euros

    Vladimir Macura 100 euros

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 63 euros

    Vera Varady 60 euros

    Sun Mandic 18 euros

    Violeta Jovanovic 10 euros

    Petar Miloradovic 10 euros

     

    I’ve spent

    twist roll 18 dinars

    zwieback 45 dinars

    three rolls 62 dinars

    Serbian bun 43 dinars

    pasta 0.4 kg 55 dinars

    eight pastries 299 dinars

    bread 5.2 kg 1042 dinars

    five bannocks 155 dinars

    smoki peanuts 0.7 kg 90 dinars

    five bags of peanut sticks 120 dinars

     

    mineral water 15l 431 dinars

    effervescent mineral tablets 449 dinars

     

    tofu chees 123 dinars

    mustard 0.3 kg 81 dinars

    mayonnaise 2.55 kg 801 dinars

    herbal cheese 0.3 kg 114 dinars

     

    instant soup 23 dinars

    olives 0.15 kg 85 dinars

    four lettuces 198 dinars

    carrots 0.52 kg 29 dinars

    potatoes 0.8 kg 59 dinars

    beetroot 1.13 kg 65 dinars

     

    parsley 0.22 kg 26 dinars

    frozen vegetables 0.8 kg 174 dinars

     

    apples 3.91 kg 174 dinars

    bananas 5.1 kg 572 dinars

    oranges 5.52 kg 401 dinars

     

    sweets 40 dinars

    two creams 324 dinars

    biscuits 2.5 kg 721 dinars

    five bags of hot chocolate 134 dinars

     

    cranberry tea 114 dinars

    two bags of prostate tea 415 dinars

    two boxes of hawthorn tea 290 dinars

     

    multivitamins 372 dinars

    hawthorn tincture 1302 dinars

     

    toilet paper 86 dinars

    four soaps 415 dinars

    paper tissues 18 dinars

    fabric softener 417 dinars

    three toothpastes 309 dinars

    dishwashing liquid 99 dinars

     

    plastic foils 200 dinars

    bus plus ticket 436 dinars

    two mini dv tapes for Blue Film 700 dinars

     

    I got altogether 415 euros

     

    I’ve spent 384 euros

    for material and work 12 euros

    for rent and bills 275 euros

    for hygiene 18 euros

    for food 79 euros

     

    gave to others 62 euros

     

    31 euros minus I compensated from the money I have left from last year

     

    this month Vesna Milovic as well gave me money but I don’t

    know how much because Nada haven’t given them to me yet

    Vesna’s money I will put into the Fairy-Tale 4 for April

     

    I would always love to give to others more than 33% of money I spend for myself

    money for material and work I don’t count as well as rent money

    and bills because that is the space for my works in which I live and work

     

    I’ve spent on myself 97 euros

    18 euros for hygiene and 79 for food

     

    I’ve spent 97 euros and gave 62 euros

     

    I gave 64% from what I’ve spent on myself

    God it’s Your glory

     

    numbers of litres kilograms bags boxes and number of dinars or euros are kisses of life

     

    love-kissing with gratitude

     

    love-kissing with thoughtfulness

     

    love-kissing with modesty

     

    love-kissing with calmness

     

    twist roll 18 dinars hey

    tofu chees 123 dinars hey

    four soaps 415 dinars hey

    two creams 324 dinars hey

    multivitamins 372 dinars hey

    parsley 0.22 kg 26 dinars hey

    bus plus ticket 436 dinars hey

    two boxes of hawthorn tea 290 dinars hey

     

    Sun Mandic 18 euros hey hey hey

    Vera Varady 60 euros hey hey hey

    Mirjana Lukic 155 euros hey hey hey

    Vladimir Macura 100 euros hey hey hey

    Petar Miloradovic 10 euros hey hey hey

    Violeta Jovanovic 10 euros hey hey hey

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 63 euros hey hey hey

     

    may each bite be compassion with hungry ones

     

    may everything I buy be encouragement for those who cannot buy

    anything so that they have money and so that they can buy something

     

    I would love if these lists fairy-tales trigger a smile

     

    smile can do everything

     

    isn’t it so

     


     

    FAIRY-TALE LIKE POEM

    3013. day
    1st April 2013

     

    I am Gertrude Stein

    reading of Gertrude Stein’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 6am

     

    I would love to read the book Science as a Fairy-Tale by Vladimir Ajdačić

     

    I love that everything existing exists as a fair-tale

     

    I love even more so that fairy-tale is fairy-tale

     

    I love the most that fairy-tale is poem

     

     

    through

    fairy-tale-like

    singing

    i

    sing

    poem-like

    fairy-tale

     

     

    spring

    water

     

     

    white

    pebble

    in

    the

    black

    soil

     

     

    dew

    on

    the

    grass

    blades

    like

    water

    buds

     

     

    purple

    flowers

    in

    the

    cold

    spring

     

     

    because

    of

    something

    smashed

    concrete

    block

    thrown

    into

    the

    grass

     

     

    black

    brown

    fatty

    rotten

    last-year’s

    leaves

     

     

    girl

    Agape

    which

    i

    will

    meet

    soon

     

     

    girl

    Agape

    which

    i’ve

    just

    met

    today I’ve mer Natalija Dabic as well

     

     

    poem

    of

    love

    in

    the

    name

    of

    love

     

     

    gone

    times

     

     

    tenderness

    in

    lashes

     

     

    ten years ago I was reading Gertrude Stein

     

    I love her from my youth

     

    same as Wittgenstein and Goddard

     

    love which lasts more than forty years

     

    love which repeats

     

    through repetition restores

     

    through restoration identifies

     

    today I’m Gertrude Stein myself

     

    sun rays which are spreading at this moment over my table

     

    fairy-tale like poem

     

     

    horses

    running

     

     

    a

    horse

    in

    a

    mare

     

     

    mane

    of

    freedom

    and

    love

     

     

    even

    brighter

    and

    warmer

    rays

     

     

    inhale

     

    exhale

     


    BAD WEATHER GOOD WALKING

    3014. day
    2nd April 2013

     

    I’m walking with Agape

     

    strong wind is blowing

     

    wind is blowing

    I’m teaching Agape how to say wind is blowing

     

    we walked around the lake

     

    she was telling me about herself

     

    about her grandmas and grandpas. mother and father. older sister

     

    on the father’s side grandma and grandpa are Hungarian

    grandma and grandpa on the mother’s side are Greek

     

    partisans who fled Greece in 1948 to Hungary

     

    Agape are you Agape

     

    Agape is it hard to be Agape

     

    it’s easy for me

     

    Agape is going back to Budapest tomorrow

     

    we got wet in the rain

     

    weather was bad but walking was good

     

    I’m sitting at the computer in the warm room

     

    blown through

     

    my skin is burning

     

    I’m exhausted

     

    hungry

     

    I’m enjoying words

     

    my chest is painful

     

    lettuce is waiting for me

     

    I’m sleepy

     

    wet clothes are drying around the flat

     

    nine left blessings are calming me down

     

    I can’t do anything to write them just like that

     

    I’m stretching

     

    yawning

     

    I really can’t do anything to write them just like that

     

    each word is like a laid egg

     

    life of life

     

    just laid

     

    still warm egg

     


     

    A HANK

    3015. day
    3rd April 2013

     

    I’m watching the eyes of an old dog that is lying on the asphalt of a path around the lake

     

    behind his eyes lies the same thought as behind mine

    I experienced that

     

    thought life

     

    I’m life

    says thought

     

    I’m thought

    says life

     

    they hugged each other

     

    kissed

     

    went down the road

     

    Life and Thought

     

    with each day writing of the Miroslav Mandic book is more and more exciting and miraculous

     

    gratitude to God

     

    God’s glory

     

    I’m filled with joyful humbleness before the

    thought that I will finish writing the Miroslav Mandic book

     

    that sometimes around 2018 I will write last 129600th blessing

     

    there are 44484 blessings in front of me

     

    I’m calming down before the thought that I will then read Miroslav Mandic for the first time

     

    fourteen years of everyday writing

     

    of that knit

     

    that white hank

     

    that colourful ball

     

    perfection of a ball is in its perfect unpredictability

    God’s certainty

     

    every ball is moving around its centre

     

    every ball is moving in harmony with centres of all balls

     

    every ball is moving in every centre

     

    all balls are moving in the centre of each ball

     

     

    that’s

    who

    i

    am

     

     

    heart of ball

     

    ball of one and only heart of all beings

     

    cold spring in which I’m writing today’s blessings as well

     

    ninth spring of the Miroslav Mandic book

     

    wholeness I’m singing You

     

    renewing

     

    budding

     


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