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

    IT’S TIME FOR NEW TATTOOS OF LOYALTY TO THE LOYALTY ITSELF

    2012. day
    5th July 2010

    let’s race love-kissing everything

    Tour de France has started

     

    I scrubbed the bathroom. wiped the floor. filled the holes because of the ants

     

    I walked. I was silent all the time. I was just going. somehow already

     

    and now as if I don’t exist

     

    I

    don’t

    exist

    is

    the

    name

    of every

    poem

     

    I don’t exist – I’m swimming

     

    I don’t exist – I’m nothing

     

    I don’t exist – I’m nobody

     

    I don’t exist – essence is fucking with me

     

    I don’t exist – I’m the pillow on which the head of yearning is drooping

     

    yearning is tired

     

    I’m caressing the yearning – I’m yearning for You – I say to the yearning

     

    no

    matter

    weather

    I’m

    sad

    or

    joyful

    writing

    is

    the

    oath

    to

    dancing

    and

    singing

     

    words are adding on each other

     

    dusty cherry plums on the side of the road

     

    snails climbers

     

    on the waste of asphalt chunks that I took the

    photo of but I decided to put the snails on the web-site

     

    if this 56739th blessing has sense than everything has

     

    if this 56740th blessing has sense it will be the comfort for the absurd ones

     

    if this 56741st blessing has sense that is the fragility

    actually love-kissing the unprotected ones

     

    hey knees

     

    hey skin

     

    I am the skin that has never been touched by the other skin

     

    I bow down to You untouched skin

     

    through skin – through spirit

     

    this is the most original tattoo that I’ve ever seen – told me young

    bookstore salesman for the word love on my temple

     

    who loves the unloved is God

     

    God within God

    — the idea for new tattoo

     

     

    I’m facing You – face me

     

    I’m the sea – have a swim

     

    I’m the sky – live through yourself – live through God

     

    I’m really missing You – You are not around – I’m not missing You

     

    I just picked You at this moment – and I still haven’t finished reading You my beloved

     

     

    61ST TIME 33 DAYS

    2013. day
    6th July 2010

    last night I’ve heard for the first time about Hira i sungazing

     

    it’s very familiar to me – to be fed by light

     

    light is love-kissing

     

    I put new white paper on my desk that will

    after a while become tenth desk picture

     

    writing

     

    a great

     

    poem

     

    through

     

    every

     

    word

     

    that’s what

     

    I’m doing

     

    with

     

    every

     

    word

     

    words flyers

     

    I was swimming with the swimming glasses and ear plugs

    I was diving. I was watching my hands under the water. water weeds

     

    prices of vegetables and fruit have gone up quite a bit

     

    I love-kiss You God I do – I love-kiss You God I do – I love-kiss You God I do

    I’m singing on every up-hill

     

    these chants will help me enjoy going up-hills everyday

     

    I’ve tired myself out. I feel gratitude

     

    I’m struggling at the desk to be nice at the desk as well

     

    I’m thirsty

     

    I’ve replanted three liveforevers in bigger pots

     

    it’s hard to write being tired

     

    to write

     

    a great

     

    poem

     

    with each

     

    word

     

    that’s

     

    how I

     

    sing

     

    IN GOD’S GLORY AND DEAR TO GOD MAY YOU BE

    2014. day
    7th July 2010

    somewhere around Slavija Square drunk after

    three glasses of wine and lunch with Vladimir Macura

     

    this wind and coming six-seven kilometres to the Nest feels really nice

     

    I’m tenderly thinking of the beggar woman that I gave the money

    and she gave sign to another one that she should also beg and I saw it

    and she also saw that I saw it so we laughed together

     

    I’m taking out of my pocket left over bread from lunch

     

    I love to drink before I’ve eaten. when I start eating I don’t drink any more

     

    afterwards I love to draw out the alcohol with food and bread

     

    wind is blowing. I’m chewing the bread in my mouth

     

    become famous through me – everything is telling me

     

    I’m becoming famous through You – I’m telling to everything

     

    become famous through me – I’m telling You

     

    I met Vladimir Macura on 6th October 2007

     

    I told him then that my work is whole

     

    that my every word is more valuable that his museum and his collection

     

    that I’m the best – one and only artist

     

    that he will work in his favour only if he works in my favour

     

    all of them are ideas with which I live and work and in which I believe

     

    all of them were ideas open also for Vladimir Macura

     

    I expected him to understand and accept them

     

    I expected that he will print the forth Miroslav Mandic book

     

    I expected that he will be interested and that he will help me

    with the Bud of All Beings which I was preparing last year

     

    none of those expectations he didn’t meet

     

    I broke up with Vladimir Macura on 12th November 2009

     

    after that Vladimir left for me twice 50 Euros in the confectionery

    and on 26th December 2009 we met again

     

    today I walked for him from 2961388th to 2972385th step

     

    I told him all of this during the lunch so that

    our disagreement would be creative and not destructive

     

    I suggested to him that everything I gave him he gives to somebody who will with it

    like with a seed start off Miroslav Mandic Museum or to give it back to me

     

    I suggested to him that nothing from my work

    wouldn’t be in his museum apart from my absence

    this is a great idea that and work that I will continue with others as well

     

    I suggested to him that our next meetings if there will be more of them be

    festivities of meetings

     

    I told him that the money he is giving me is going towards Vladimir Macura Bud and

    that I would love if he would feel that the money he is giving me

    is bringing him more money

     

    I’m now near BIGZ building. I moved here when I came to Belgrade in January 1986

     

    I expect everything

     

    I sympathise with other people’s expectations

     

    in the end three beggar women on Ban’s Hill

    took away all money – in the God’s glory and dear to God may you be

     

    TO THE BEST WOMAN

    2015. day
    8th July 2010

    when one believes in an idea and when the idea

    is lived the idea is God otherwise it’s just a surrogate of sadness

     

    art is setting free all beings

     

    art is freedom to all beings

     

    art is the struggle of freedom for all beings

     

    creation of creation

     

    breathing of breathing

     

    singing of singing

     

    man as a species doesn’t understand that they are hurting God

     

    when a man understands it he/she instantly transforms into God

     

    God is life

     

    man is death

     

    I hop and there’s eternity

     

    I wrote several times that I’m the best

     

    to some people I’ve been telling that I’m the best

     

    people are mostly repulsed by it because they have a notion they are

    the best and if they admit they are the best they would be worst and rejected

     

    I don’t know if anybody believed I’m the best

     

    did anybody experienced why am I the best. how am I

    the best. when am I the best. to whom am I the best

     

    best air

     

    best dandelion

     

    the best one is immortality

     

    there is a lot of the best ones and the really best one is the best

    there who is and how he/she is the best

     

    the best one is the best to all beings

     

    through the best one all beings live

     

    through the best one everything that is created is being created

     

    through the best one every just born youngling is love-kissed

     

    the best one is Your love that is completely excepting the best one

     

    the best one looks at Your face

     

    the best one makes You the best one

     

    the best man is the best woman

     

    the best one is God

     

    singing sings all beings

     

    singing is the poem to all beings

     

    singing is appeasement of the poem for all beings

     

    TO THE BEST MAN

    2016. day
    9th July 2010

    Miroslav Mandic is Leon Miodrag Lazarov Pashu of Leon Miodrag Lazarov Pashu

     

    Miroslav Mandic a poem of everybody’s name

     

    Miroslav Mandic a little shell

     

    Miroslav Mandic a starry sky to all beings

     

    Miroslav Mandic beloved beggars

     

    Miroslav Mandic art of art

     

    Miroslav Mandic poem to the poem

     

    Miroslav Mandic walking to the walking

     

    Miroslav Mandic bravery of the brave

     

    Miroslav Mandic earth to earth

     

    Miroslav Mandic water to water

     

    Miroslav Mandic air to the air

     

    Miroslav Mandic light to the light

     

    Miroslav Mandic modesty to the modesty

     

    Miroslav Mandic love to the love

     

    Miroslav Mandic one of everything

     

    Miroslav Mandic one to everything

     

    Miroslav Mandic same of the same

     

    Miroslav Mandic speakable of the unspeakable

     

    Miroslav Mandic serenity of the being

     

    Miroslav Mandic first word to every word

     

    Miroslav Mandic all of Your words in every word of mine

     

    Miroslav Mandic language of language

     

    Miroslav Mandic pussy to dick

     

    Miroslav Mandic dick to pussy

     

    Miroslav Mandic path of the paths

     

    Miroslav Mandic bud of buds

     

    Miroslav Mandic I of I

     

    Miroslav Mandic You of You

     

    Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic of Miroslav Mandic

     

    Miroslav Mandic Yours Miroslav Mandic

     

    Miroslav Mandic art of God

     

    Miroslav Mandic God of poem

     

    I SING MIROSLAV MANDIC

    2017. day
    10th July 2010

    I praise You Miroslav Mandic praising

     

    I praise You Miroslav Mandic thankfulness

     

    thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic praise for praising me

     

    thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic praise for my praising of everything

     

    thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic praise because I praise You

     

    thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic thank you for my thanking

     

    Miroslav Mandic praise I beg of You just praise

     

    Miroslav Mandic thank you I beg of You just be thankful

     

    you’re welcome Miroslav Mandic I beg You to pray

     

    you’re welcome Miroslav Mandic I beg You just pray

     

    not a technique at all – just a courage

     

    not a style at all – just love

     

    I’m wiping sweat of my forehead and eyebrows

     

    everything continues as if it was created for the first time and as it won’t exist any more

     

    only the one does everything for everybody

     

    only the one love-kisses everything

     

    a path leads me to You – a path leads me towards myself – a path leads me to God

     

    a path is God

     

    I love-kiss You my words that are writing me

     

    I play God’s games with language games

     

    I love-kiss you knees

     

    I love-kiss You love-kissing

     

    red t-shirt in which the dye keeps running I’m wearing

    for the last time. I’ll make it into the floor sweeping cloth

     

    singing is one – singing to the one

     

    I sing Miroslav Mandic

     

    I dance Miroslav Mandic

     

    I surrender to Miroslav Mandic

     

    I receive Miroslav Mandic

     

    You are calling me Miroslav Mandic

     

    I’m taking an oath to Miroslav Mandic

     

    I’m writing about Miroslav Mandic because Miroslav Mandic is my consciousness

     

    I sing Miroslav Mandic from nothing and that’s why Miroslav Mandic is exciting

     

    I sing Miroslav Mandic

    You dance Miroslav Mandic

    we are breathing Miroslav Mandic

     

    MONDAY OF POETRY

    2019. day
    12th July 2010

    it’s hot

     

    heat is poetry of today’s day

     

    a fly has landed on the stone

     

    a fly is poetry of today’s day

     

    little spider has brought himself down his thread from the tree to the road

     

    little spider is poetry of today’s day

     

    I’m in the Universe

     

    Universe is in me

     

    Universe is poetry of every day

     

    it’s not easy to carry a whole Universe – it’s easiest

     

    it’s not easy to kiss all beings – it’s easiest

     

    it’s not easy to be God – it’s the only one

     

    I’m doing the most important job in the world

     

    I’m freeing myself from vanity

     

    I’m freeing Yourself from vanity

     

    I’m telling everybody that what I do is the most important thing in the world

     

    it got cloudy

     

    wind is picking up

     

    I’m always excited by the wind high up in the branches

     

    it’s starting to thunder

     

    it really rains – a boy in the water is shouting

     

    a being is open to all beings

     

    openness is a beings

     

    many beings are closing up towards the beings and they are dying within themselves

     

    I’m not sorry that I didn’t go in the water

    since I felt the joy of swimming in the blessings

     

    everything is opened up by the sense

     

    it’s been circled through the circling and through the circling is constantly opening itself

     

    I feel nice when I see a lizard

     

    thanks to the up-hills it’s more and more easy on the up-hills

     

    through dancing I’m whirling in everybody

     

    through singing I’m fluttering everyone

     

    it’s sunny again and on the stage of the day sultriness is coming on

     

    sultriness is poetry of today’s day

     

    TUESDAY OF POETRY

    2020. day
    13th July 2010

    a passage through Tuesday

     

    through the poetry of today’s day

     

    with smiled horses

     

    with gleeful mares

     

    happening happens

     

    I’ve put small stones around the cactus and live-forever

     

    a shadow of a plane is flying over the building roofs underneath me

     

    ... second... and third... and fourth and fifth lizard on the concrete stairs

     

    I looked up at the tree tops and I thought of all the forests when the phone rang

     

    Vesna phoned me with excited voice telling me

    she has been informed that water might be leaking from the Nest

     

    I’m running back to see what is it all about

     

    is it possible that I haven’t turned the water off in the bathroom after brushing my teeth

    or in the kitchen after I let the water run in the bowl in which I’m cooling mineral water

     

    my heart is pounding. I’m rushing even on the up-hills. I’m sweating

     

    I feel miserable. I’m unsure off myself

     

    I’m walking slowly. the taps were closed. nothing is leaking from the Nest

    even though on the ceiling in the hallway drops of water have appeared

     

    it’s hard to be poetry in Tuesday of poetry

     

    I was on this spot in the forest when I started to run back

     

    I’m enjoying the white horse that is grazing the grass

     

    I’m calming down – calming down is my job

     

    only poetry respects the importance of everything in this world

     

    I live for poetry – I work for poetry – I’m gardening through the poetry

     

    many other things are enjoying only in themselves

     

    many would get rid of poetry so that only important thing would be

    just what is important to them

     

    if it wasn’t for poetry I wouldn’t be compassionate with

    this plastic juice bottle that was thrown away in the grass

     

    daily bread is extraordinary bread

     

    in my early youth I’ve been accused that I’m incapable for life

     

    I didn’t want to be capable for life but rather just to be

     

    it’s easy to provoke a feeling of guilt in me

     

    endure endure endure

     

    overcome the feeling of guilt by accepting

    the greatest sin – the sin of non-acceptance of sin

     

    through rejecting the condemnation and accepting the sin

    freedom begins to germinate in the hearts of all beings

     

    I would love to know the name of the main character of the film Miracle in Milan

     

    I collected twenty or so large cherry plums from the concrete stairs

    I gave several to Mrs Svilar who lives underneath me and who phoned Vesna about the water

     

    ONE MAN – WEDNESDAY OF POETRY

    2021. day
    14th July 2010

    14th July 1971

     

    photos of my face since then

     

    once a month

     

    repetition

     

    transformation

     

    sameness

     

    thirty nine years

     

    today I’ll make 468th photo of One Man

     

    same like this hot day was back then in Venice

     

    arch-rhythm

     

    first photo

     

    arch-photo

     

    every time I endure I endure because somebody else before me has endured

     

    whenever I endure I give it to somebody so that they could endure as well

     

    I love-kiss You young man who have taken a photo of your face

    on 14th July 1971 so that I could take a photo of my face today

     

    I love-kiss You because back then You have surrendered and devoted Yourself

    to the unknown

     

    because You were heading on somewhere not knowing where it is leading You

     

    just surrendering just surrendering

     

    I always feel good when I sense that You find what I write beautiful

     

    today I went later for a walk and now I’m walking on the strongest sun

     

    what existed before God is God again

     

    always

    and

    just

    and

    only

    god

     

    I folded the shirt and I put it on my head and it sure feels good

     

    I enjoy these words that are coming out of me beaming love to all beings

     

    love is constant love making

     

    with the first photo of One Man

    all other 468 photos have already happened

     

    with every photo all others are also happening

     

    that’s how it is in everything

     

    all words are within the first word

     

    all movements are within the first movement

     

    all days and years are in a spermatozoid

     

    beauty of the firstness is that it constantly happens and repeats

     

    arch-dust

     

    THURSDAY OF POETRY

    2022. day
    15th July 2010

    sweating is starting from the morning while sitting at the desk

     

    sweat of poetry

     

    there is no even poetry without sweating

     

    nor joke without seriousness

     

    in the woods I say white butterfly come and white butterfly flies in

     

    shirt on my head really helps me in the strong sun

     

    I was in the water for a long time. I would like to be even more

     

    to be in the water is like some kind of return to the beginning

     

    tenderness towards the mother

     

    constant wedding

     

    in the water I think slowly

     

    I think with pleasure

     

    I’m giving birth without pain

     

    I’m becoming water

     

    I’m slowly rolling myself – I’m making love with water

     

    water enjoys in me

     

    I would like if You would watch me swimming

     

    I’m maintaining my upright position and then I immerse myself and surface

     

    big baby in the water

     

    I’m passing through the woods

     

    everything is so elemental

     

    I want You soil

     

    I admire You water

     

    I love-kiss You air

     

    I adore You light

     

    I’ll buy tomatoes

     

    I want You

     

    I’ll buy olives

     

    I admire You

     

    I’ll buy mayonnaise

     

    I love-kiss You

     

    margarine and bread I have from yesterday

     

    I adore You

     

    FRIDAY OF POETRY

    2023. day
    16th July 2010

    I should meet up with Branka. in the afternoon with Sun

    in the evening with Vladimir. as well as to do everything I’m supposed to

    do for the Friday of poetry... to walk 13 kilometres... to write 33 blessings...

     

    I hear my thoughts in sounds of my sandals on macadam road

     

    I was with Branka and Adam

     

    I walked almost 12 kilometres

     

    I was twice in the water

     

    in freedom

     

    water became unclear from the heat

     

    but it bathed and drained me today as well

     

    when I get to the apartment I’ll take a shower. I’ll make a coffee

    I’ll try to write in a hurry the rest of the blessings because Sun will

    come in a little while to put the mosquito net on the other window as well

     

    I’m sitting at the desk. Sun is coming in twenty or so minutes

    that’s how much I have left to get down to the end of this day

     

    I don’t like to do anything in a hurry

     

    beauty is slowness

     

    I put too much water in the coffee

     

    I was walking for few days on the strong sun and my nose is red

     

    nose is a funny thing

     

    I love noses

     

    big noses with large nostrils

     

    I find horse nostrils particularly beautiful

     

    noses are working harder than we are aware of

     

    same goes for ears and eyes and skin and tongue

     

    when I take a shower after walking and start

    wiping my face I feel how my eyes are tired

     

    I’m pressing them with a towel and rub them

    to refresh them and make the blood circulate

     

    eyes have walked a lot

     

    ears have walked a lot

     

    nose has walked a lot

     

    skin has walked a lot

     

    tongue has walked a lot

     

    Teo Marijana and Sun have come

     

    some more walking and meeting with Vladimir

     

    afterwards a bit more walking

     

    the day is gone

     

    tomorrow the same

     

    and that’s how everything is the same

     

     

    SATURDAY OF POETRY – 198TH DAY OF THE YEAR

    2024. day
    17th July 2010

    last night I had a dinner with Ana David Vladimir and Dagmar Moser

     

    afterwards I went for a walk with Dagmar who I saw for the first time in my life and

    we talked for two hours – it was one of the most beautiful nights in 61 years of my life

    my loyalty I love-kiss You loyally

     

    that’s how it was my friend

     

    poetry itself for You my friend

     

    poetry for everyone who cares for poetry

     

    a young man is training football on the concrete pitch at the

    highest heat. at one moment he kicked the ball aiming to hit the crossbar

    of the goal and he made it. I shouted to him well done. he just smiled shyly

     

    well done hot day – hot day as well shyly smiled

     

    I love-kiss You chaste shyness

     

    to calm down over and over again

     

    greatest passions are coming out of the tranquillity

     

    greatest tranquillity is coming out of the passion

     

    I swam for a long time

     

    caressing the water

     

    swam across the lake

     

    now I’m drinking a bit of wine and I’m writing at the desk

     

    in the evening I’ll drink with Petar a bit more of

    tenth Petar Miloradovic’s wine

    that Petar will bring

     

    through music

     

    love is constantly thirsty of love

     

    some boy is running somewhere

     

    I’d love to make Three Day Festival of Miroslav Mandic Art for Dagmar Moser

     

    first day

    Life of Miroslav Mandic and Miroslav Mandic Life

     

    second day

    Poetry and Art of Miroslav Mandic

     

    third day

    Miroslav Mandic God Sex and Money

     

    some boy is still running

     

    some boy is constantly running

     

    some boy is running always and forever

     

    let’s dance

     

    face to face

     

    with one heart

     

    blessed

     

    everything to all beings

     

    poetry for everyone who can’t live without poetry

     

    198th blessing of this week in 198th day of this year

     

    MONDAY OF LOVE

    2026. day
    19th July 2010

    everyone I loved I love even more

     

    I would love if everybody who I loved love even more

     

    I love and I sing – I love and I sing

     

    if someone knows M. D. S. please tell her that in

    the summer of 1971 she gave me three lessons of love not even knowing that

    she did that and that’s why I think of her as a great professor of love

     

    love-kissing is rare

     

    even more rare are those who have surrendered in order to be love-kissed

     

    help me to love

     

    I only want to love

     

    when I was a little boy I constantly wanted to play

     

    now I constantly want to love

     

    God

     

    myself

     

    You

     

    all beings

     

    poem

     

    this

    poem

    sung

    to all beings

    to youmyslef

    to godgod

     

    summer-like

     

    summer fuckings summer lightings

     

    writing is the risk of writing girl-friend

     

    singing is the bravery of love-kissing boy-friend

     

    intransigence of love inspires me

     

    incorruptibility of fucking makes me votive

     

    great love workers are surrendering in order to be loved

     

    great poets of love are love-kissing unloved ones

    and those who have surrendered in order to be loved

     

    call me by my name – fuck me

     

    marvellous swearing is nourishing all beings

     

    Dagmar returned to Vienna

     

    I took a photo of Dagmar like myself

     

    face of Dagmar Moser is the face of Miroslav Mandic

     

    one is the face

     

    I’m celebrating Violeat’s thirty seventh birthday with Violeta

     

    loyalty permeates all beings

     

    I love You

     

    TUESDAY OF LOVE

    2027. day
    20th July 2010

    I love-kiss You with the scent of warm grass – I love-kiss you warm grass

     

    I love-kiss You with the scent of moist forest – I love-kiss you moist forests

     

    I love-kiss You with the taste of wild plums – I love-kiss You wild plum

     

    my art – one is the art

     

    Your love – one is the love

     

    our God – one is the God

     

    when I entered the water I felt its goodness

     

    I stayed for a long time in the water. I watched under the water

    I saw few little jelly-fishes

     

    several swallows have flown next to my head flying just above the water

     

    in the forest I felt love in everything and love for everything

     

    one sex has been permeating everything that was surrounding me

     

    I felt

    earth is my mother

    water is my mother

    air is my mother

    light is my mother

     

    I was thinking

    earth is my wife

    water is my wife

    air is my wife

    light is my wife

     

    I was love-kissing since

    earth is my wanted daughter

    water is my yearned daughter

    air is my beloved daughter

    light is my only daughter

     

    crying of all beings fills my lungs

     

    I cry through a poem

     

    You are my girl forever

     

    in Your eyes I see love through which You love-kiss me always and forever

     

    immortal love is in every word of mine

     

    pussy

    is

    beautiful

    I wrote in a letter to a young friend of mine who is withstanding some hard exercises so as Miroslav would withstand

     

     

    pussy is more than anybody can imagine what is pussy

     

    pussy is more than anybody can fell what is pussy

     

    pussy gave birth to me so as some other pussy would give birth to You for me

     

    I am born for You You are born for me

     

    one is the path one is the rose

     

    budding

    I love-kiss forty year old woman who phoned me half an hour ago and said joking

    that she will kill herself because she feels more and more how all of that she was taught in school was lie

     

    every word of mine You can love-kiss

     

    from every word of mine You can create me just for yourself

     

    through every word of mine You can love-kiss all beings around You

     

    I don’t have You because You are

     

    I don’t have You because I don’t have property

     

    love is giving

     

    constant surrendering

     

    THE WEDNESDAY OF LOVE

    2028. day
    21st July 2010


    ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

    English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

    I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

    and blessings in English won't be late

    following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

     

    butterfly flew close to my temples and caressed my sorrow and the sorrow disappeared

     

    I looked at young green leaves and I felt happiness

     

    along the forest path I am spinning for the happiness of all beings

     

    I was swimming crawl one round in the middle of the lake

     

    I was working slowly with the legs

     

    swingings of arms I made even slower

     

    through water glasses I was observing my turns

     

    slow crawl I could swim very long

     

    in my childhood that was hard for me

     

    now that is my joy

     

    with my joy I am giving a respect to the water

     

    water is pledging me to the goodness

     

    big body is weightless and all the movements are light

     

    water is sliding down my skin

     

    the sun is strong and every next sinking into water pleases me

     

    while I was swimming I was thinking on jumping in

    water which I adored in my childhood and in my youth

     

    I was thinking how to write my autobiography

     

    I haven't went out of water for a long period. I was just sinking myself in it

     

    I am climbing up the stairs slowly and silently in order not to disturb the lizards

     

    few days ago I agreed with my girl-friend to make our meeting solemn.

    but it wasn't solemn. it was casual. I wrote her that in an email. she wrote me back yes, I know, it wasn't solemn. but I don't know why... I don't know what are the real reasons. I was really missing you. and I was missing our conversations

     

    we are trying to not know the things that are not good even if we actually know them

     

    I would like more and more of solemnity

     

    solemnity is the memory of paradise

     

    solemnity is immortality

     

    I am really exhausted by the sun and by the water

     

    my nose started to peel

     

    I thought gently about snow

     

    I am sleepy

     

    I am hungry

     

    I have to hurry up

     

    I am helpless

     

    helplessness is protecting me

     

    I am love-kissing You my helplessness

     

     

    THE THURSDAY OF LOVE

    2029. day
    22nd July 2010


    ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

    English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

    I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

    and blessings in English won't be late

    following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

     

    I was walking. I was swimming. I was hiding my nose from sun

     

    another twenty days and the summer will be gone

     

    after few years, beginning from today, I won't

    bear rings and beads anymore at least for a while

     

    rings and beads I will put on altar

     

    I like to construct altar

     

    it is alike I am constructing a world

     

    everything to be on one place and everything to be able to fit the hand

     

    regardless of my mortality I believe in the immortality

     

    regardless of weapons I believe in the peace

     

    regardless of the ownership I believe in the ownershiplessness

     

    regardless of the regardlessness I believe in regards for all beings

     

    spontaneity is consistent

     

    consistency is spontaneous

     

    rings and beads had helped me a lot

     

    my hand was more present

     

    more solemn

     

    more dancy

     

    writing it is dancing

     

    writing is a gratitude to writing

     

    words-grasses

     

    words-love

     

    words-parsley

     

    regardless of many I I believe in the one and only I

     

    I-fish

     

    I is a home of all beings

     

    I am a heart of all beings

     

    I hope I will enjoy for a while without rings and beads

     

    I will not dance I will be the dance itself

     

    hand-path

     

    hand-rose

     

    I am enjoying a lot in writing in order that the ones that are now suffering suffer less

     

    I am enjoying in the beauty of words in order that the ones that are now dying in wars stop dying

     

    I-birds

     

     

    THE FRIDAY OF LOVE

    2030. day
    23rd July 2010


    ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

    English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

    I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

    and blessings in English won't be late

    following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

     

     

    at the beginning of walking I had a trouble with my eyes

     

    I couldn't see clearly

     

    it came by itself and it went by itself

     

    i am approaching the water

     

    I am taking off the shirt

     

    I am walking along the rocky shore

     

    I am leaving things next to the water

     

    I am spreading the shirt to dry from my sweat and I am putting rock on it not to fly away

     

    I am taking out the water glasses and suppositories for the ears

     

    I am taking off my sandals

     

    I am taking off my glasses and I am putting them on my sandals

     

    I am taking off my short pants and I am spreading them also to dry

     

    I am leaving my dictaphone...

     

    I came out from the water. I dried my ears with my shirt

     

    I am standing on my shirt in order to dry my feet. I am putting on my sandals. I go

     

    in the forest on the concrete stairs I will take off my wet bathing suit and I will put on my pants

     

    while I was crossing asphalt road I have felt the goodness of the warmth

     

    I have changed my cloths. I am on my way through the forest

     

    water is dropping from my hear along my back

     

    while I was watching yesterday on television how

    Contador and Schleck were fighting for the top of the Pyrenees I was crying

     

    one's efforts and one's goodness always make me cry

     

    I am thinking how did people swim in the far past

     

    I am thinking how did they walk and how did they love-kiss

     

    I am delta of all loves that had ever existed

     

    whoever was loving s/he is in me

     

    I am writing with love from everyone that have ever loved

     

    when I write the word water in there is love from all the ones that have loved water

     

    when I write the word thought in there is love from all the ones that have loved thoughts

     

    starts climbing on 166 stairs on which are my lizards

     

    I hope that lizards feel that I love them

     

    yesterday I felt that in a split second

     

    I hope that all beings hear the beneficial music of my feet

     

    all loves in the music of my stamping


     

    THE SATURDAY OF LOVE – FORGIVE ME FOR THE SINGING

    2031. day
    24th July 2010


    ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

    English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

    I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

    and blessings in English won't be late

    following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

     

    as soon as I started going I saw it – the flower grown out of the concrete

     

    who do you love-kiss – who does love-kiss You – the flower in the concrete

     

    I love-kiss You – I am devoted to You – my flower – the paradise in the concrete

     

    I am walking through Kosutnjak – I am all the time in the forest

     

    in the forest I have met one rose

     

    it was sixty two years old madam Rose

     

    madam Rose is walking to strengthen her heart. I have enjoyed her cheerfulness and her healthy smile

     

    Rose has shown me the roads through the forest. we sat on a bench to rest

    we talked nicely. if we meet again in the forest that will be God – I said to her

     

    when we separated I noticed that my

    dictaphone dropped. I went back and I found it on the bench

     

    even though I am first time in Her – the forest is completely surrendering herself to me

     

    in the forest is alike in the water. I am all the time walking and all the time I am in the forest

     

    through the forest I murmur (foresting)

     

    forest paths are so soft and so giving

     

    we are permeating ourselves and we are circulating ourselves

     

    competition is disgusting

     

    I have gone – forgive me if you haven't understood me

     

    I have gone – forgive me if you haven't discovered yourself in me

     

    I have gone – forgive me that I have ever thought that I am everything for You

     

    here are coming first drops of rain

     

    on this place was killed duke Mihajlo

     

    I is God – You is the winner

     

    I am Miroslav Mandic – You are the winner

     

    I was drinking cold water from the Hajduk's drinking fountain

     

    as much more I love the ups, the ups more love me

     

    on the big up I have felt I am love-kissing the nerves in the spine of every single being

     

    I am love-kissing You abstraction – sanctity of agreement

     

    I love-kiss you circles – the art of supervention

     

    I love-kiss you beauty – the ball of simplicity

     

    I love-kiss You forest – the rose of the forest paths

     

    forests, I am glad you are – the wooded, wait for me

     

    I am quivering in the hearts

     

    I am walking in the minds

     

    I am singing with my stomach


     

     

    NATAŠA

    2033. day
    26th July 2010


    ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

    English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

    I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

    and blessings in English won't be late

    following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

     

    yesterday Amica told me about Nataša who had adopted Ema and Millon

     

    I am admiring to You, Nataša

     

    I am admiring to everyone who receive the other into themselves

     

    a mother dog which had adopted kittens

     

    a thought which had adopted the other thought

     

    a what which had adopted a how – a how which had adopted a who

     

    everyone who had adopted the opus of the other man

     

    more which had adopted more more more

     

    the receiving – maternity of giving. The accepting – shelter of receiving

     

    I am went

     

    by this

     

    path

     

    for

     

    Millon

     

     

    Millon, beautiful boy, take care of Ema and Nataša

    the music of this blessing is taking care of You forever

     

    I am adopting you my adopters

     

    I am adopting You the giving

     

    I am adopting You the receiving

     

    joy

    joy

    joy

     

    all beings are love-kissed

     

    walking

    creating

    singing

     

    all beings are love-kissing

     

    breathing

    fucking

    dancing

     

    all beings are eternal

     

    h

    h oda m

    m

    (walking-ode)

     

    ode of walking ode of joy

     

    the music of all beings is in the freedom of all beings

     

    the music of the rain worms

     

    the music of the things

     

    music of the conscience

     

    I am receiving You, the receiving

     

    I am giving to You, the giving

     

    all in one is

     

     

    84600 KISSES FROM THE BUD OF THE ART OF EVERY DAY

    2034. day
    27th July 2010

    ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

    English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

    I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

    and blessings in English won't be late

    following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

    Ivana Djokic-Saunderson  

    the taste of the first sip of coffee

     

    the art of every second

     

    the art of all beings

     

    rub out my feet

     

    with the bud

     

    with the moment

     

    the art of the moment is in singing (with) the moment

     

    tren

    tren trenu tren

    tren

    (tren=moment)

     

    in the moment lives eternity

     

    only the moment can receive in itself the eternity

     

    only every being carries in itself all beings

     

    suspenders from a good boy are singing

     

    alone on the road

     

    alone rose

     

    touch

     

    dodir

    dodir dodiru dodir

    dodir

    (dodir=touch)

     

    rub out my knees

     

    with the bud

     

    with the moment

     

    Miroslav Mandic art

     

    84600 small circles

     

    84600 seconds

     

    the circle of every day

     

    of every moment

     

    singing Miroslav Mandic

     

    rub out my thighs

     

    with the bud

     

    with the moment

     

    you are singing to me

     

    and the foot and the knees and the thighs

     

    with the bud

     

    moment

     

    om


     

     

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