Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

five words in them selves

boy help all beings

exploitation is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

colonialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

imperialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

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

domination is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

grass is greener and greener

grass is greener and greener with every moment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

people are trying to extend human life on thousand years

why changing eternal life within us for just thousand years

I hop and there is eternity

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

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

newspaper seller is whistling joyfully

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

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

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

that I don’t have a dog

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

In life I couldn’t find the just cause

because just causes were fights against somebody

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

I more believed in singing than fighting

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

I found the only just cause for me in all beings

in my just cause are all other just causes

I fight for all beings with love and creation

I’m fighting without fight

through walking – winking

through singing – dancing

through budding

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

Silence is so precise – Mark Rothko

is destroying the atomic weapons destruction or creation

people are destroying a lot of things in order to build

and they build many things in order to destroy

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

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

bees are landing on white and purple flowers

I’m passing through the Topcider graveyard

how fool of blossom is white magnolia

when the magnolias start blooming all air sexualises

by this air I circulate through existence

I am a string of all beings

one string one melody

wind – isn’t it You

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

of the shrine of modesty within me

tree is beautiful to itself

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

brick is covered by the moss

life wants to be born from everything

I’m thinking of a walking stick

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

from everything that is not good

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

walking stick – start circle

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

goodness is open

people are running down the forest paths

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

so there wouldn’t be no mud

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

would it be destruction or creation

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

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

from whom the craft of existence could be learnt much better

than on the paintings of any given great master

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

every bud is more valuable than any bank

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

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

for love there is no law – love is love

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

innocence is acquired

I am intimate with every particle

it wants itself the spring wants itself

the law should exist only for those who are

committing violence on others in the name of the law

this big tree has filled my chest

blessings are wreaths of words around Your heart

only with all beings am I among my own

if the asphalt that covers the earth would be destroyed

would it be destruction or creation

a girl is peeping out a window on the ground floor

I am alone so as I wouldn’t be alone

carrying on one’s own solitude is great art

alone all beings

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

alone because I kiss the harmony

alone to everybody

alone for everybody

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

I catch the ball – what a unity

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

Bud of All Beings is developing. how

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

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

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

I’m looking forward to the lettuce

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

I’m really sleepy

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

my hands are smelling like a shampoo

serenity is resting me

blooming is bringing me closer...

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

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

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

I’m going to rest my heart

every moment – endless melody

every bud – melody of endlessness

blossoming of the sun

God help me not to have compulsory and ugly

thoughts with regards of the close ones that hurt me

I said while I was drawing the Blue Rose

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

so as they enlarge and spread it to the sad ones

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

so as they enlarge and spread it to the sick ones

I spoke to Zoltan. we spoke about buying iMac

I will get the money from Vera and Tibor

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

all of that separates me from the blessings

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

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

Zoltan will install one programme

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

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

I love to talk for a long time slowly and softly

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

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

finding out in order to enlarge the joy

finding out – wondering – admiring – bowing down

knowledge puffs up and creates prejudices

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

I’m looking forward to the iMac

for me technology is also natural. innocent like a nature

technology is made of all beings – technology makes all beings

I hope I will have louder speakers and with

even grater enjoyment listen to the classical music

all music

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

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

autobiographies are complete art work

first time second ten year walking is autobiographical walking

Miroslav Mandic is walking of the autobiography

every being is autobiography of all beings

there is no cooking in heavens. cooking is in hell

dedicated to the lettuce and non-cooking

I’m retyping my old texts from the seventies

I’m permeated by the same eros of loyalty

loyalty is eternal beginning

grass blades on which children’s fingers are cut

drops of blood on very green

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

before the fruit starts to ripen the flowers are saying everything

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

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

I’m watching the thorns on the pruned roses and

I’m thinking of Your heel thorn that has gone

purple magnolias are budding

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

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

live mathematics

here is written love. really nice

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

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

I’m watching the air

invisible is so gentile

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

touching the wall with her fingers

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

I gripped the yellow tennis ball with my hand

so as it shapes my energy into the regular circling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

catching the ball is really good singing

throwing and catching the ball is really good creation

spring is breast feeding all beings with the milk of life

a being is breast feeding another being with itself

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

eat and drink

a lot of my creation was based on restraining from creation

a lot of my living was based on restraining from living

often just a presentiment

flicker

look to the side

compassion with rejected ones

not agreeing with what implies

not agreeing with power and arrogant indifference

admiring

the unprotected

surrendering to

the fragile

identifying with

the same

the repeated

touch of immortality

through tears

absence

patience

prayer

always though grass

leaves

poppies

roses

path

music

first of June

plane

glorious

divine

the essence of every goal in football is the same

goal

and every goal in football or anything else is different