Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

miracle happened and it’s called Two Thousand and One Days

 

even though I never met people who become better people after becoming parents

I constantly live from the love of the grass that love-kiss with all-parental love

 

stones love-kiss to the pain

 

kisses love-kiss to the resurrection

 

unnoticed love-kiss through the music of bonding

 

bonding is one and only breathing through which Universe love-kisses God

 

I started going towards the Little Flat. I’m mentally tired

 

one-two years ago I’ve noticed I’m weakening mentally

 

instead in one pocket I put something in another

 

instead putting this thing here and that one over there I inverse it

 

all that worries me a bit but it also makes me laugh

 

while I’m walking it’s a lot better

 

in the new Nest things are different and they’re still not functioning which disturbs me

 

I’ll need some time to get used to the new routes and routines that will guard me

 

this time through the woods to the Topcider graveyard gives me strength

 

for few days now I haven’t prayed

 

I haven’t been stretching myself nor working out

 

reality has caught me and spun me

 

prayer don’t leave me

 

Two Thousand and One Days is a brother of One Thousand and One Nights

 

I always wanted to have an older sister

 

now that I became Two Thousand and One Days

One Thousand and One Nights is my older sister

 

One Thousand and One Nights are stories. Two Thousand and One Days is a poem

 

we will lose a million kilos of nerves and we won’t do anything – says one man to another

 

worker is cutting the grass on the football pitch

 

I feel nice in the empty apartment

 

there is 9 kilometres and six hundred meters from the Nest to the Little Flat

I walked two hours and ten minutes

 

when I put things on the web-site there is as much back

 

I’m tired but I’ll feel good going back because I’ll just walk

 

I won’t be thinking of anything because I’ve put everything on the web-site

 

I’ll enjoy the sister

 

I’ll be a good brother to her

 

kiss my brain

I’m repeating like old trees

 

through the tranquillity of thousand years old trunks

 

forests

forest

 

forests

through every

little hair

of yours

 

forests are foresting through every decision

 

I’m looking forward to the new Nest

 

this is the first indistinct invitation for a new Nest

 

I am a path

 

I’m on the path. there is nobody

 

chaos of the moving is lesser and immediately I feel better in my head

 

I’m constantly walking towards You

 

I’m constantly walking within You

 

You are constantly walking towards me

 

You are constantly walking within me

 

we are walking

 

immortal we are walking immortality

 

yesterday my beggar woman Ruzica told me that Sanja has finished first grade

she was excellent with only one B since she didn’t know how to write number one

 

here I’d love to have a car like this so that I can crash into those who get on

my nerves – a mannish girl says to her girl friend

 

this walking to the Little Flat with the laptop on my shoulder

is the service to the words and web-site

 

admiration for the movers

 

I think of the bag carriers

 

I admire people who are doing hard labour

 

I think of burlaks who were pulling the ships

 

I bought a cheap clock for the room so that I can see it from the bed. from the seller

I also got a wire with which I’ll hang the frame for a mirror that I’ll buy on my way back

 

I’d love to buy a juicer to make juices from fruit and vegetables every day

instead of the lunches

 

juice

 

eye

 

lips

 

I’m looking forward to You

 

I’m looking at Your face

 

You are the part of my words that are writing to You

 

something so simple every word... every face... is telling about

 

tranquillity of heart

 

I always wanted to be You

 

becoming You I became I

 

You want to become I and that’s how You become I

 

I is Yours and mine sex

 

we are joined in I

 

we are love-kissed in I

 

we are everything in I

 

we are God in I

 

we are Goddess in I

 

we are one God in I

 

through God You are my Goddess my God

 

I’m walking with Your bones

 

I is mine as much as it is Yours

 

Yours as much as is the burnt match

 

I love to write so much that the whole Universe is enjoying in Your reading

 

Universe adores tame ones

 

all beings are surrendering to the supple ones

 

rivers are flowing towards seas

 

waves are kissing particles

 

particles are particles

 

while I’m entering the Nest building on Ban’s Hill. while I’m staying in the Nest. while I’m

working and listening to music – a bit louder – of the beloved Bud

I wouldn’t like to hurt anybody

 

just be – You are the most beautiful woman

 

I dreamt about You just before the dawn my beloved

 

through You I’m created

 

Your spine is my blood

 

Your yearning is my freedom

 

Your juices are my drink

 

Your life is my art

 

Your death is immortal love that is resurrecting all beings

 

Your death is eternal life of beauty and kindness through which all beings are living

 

I live because I died and I’m dying within You

 

You are singing me – I am a poem

 

You are love-kissing – I am love

hug each other hug

 

 

 

sex

 

path

 

innocent ones

 

those dedicated to all beings

 

those loyal to the life itself through the sex of life

 

don’t kill my sex – You are killing my life

 

don’t be killing Yourself – You are killing your sex

 

I kiss Your fears with which You are hurting me

 

I kiss Your aggressiveness through which You humiliate me

 

I kiss Your yearning for domination through which You annul me

 

I kiss Your struggle with Yourself through which I forgive You everything

 

pebble

 

I kiss You pebble

 

I’m walking for Tom Gotovac

 

through this walking Tom didn’t die on Friday

but he resurrects through the nakedness of every being

 

I’m walking slowly on this warm cloudy day

 

alone for everybody

 

save me in Your pussy my beloved

dedicated to Amra who backed me up in swearing

 

swearing – holly caressing

 

celebrate me with Your pussy

dedicated to innocence

 

Your pussy is my museum

 

Your pussy is my library

 

Your pussy is my Nest

 

save my yearning for You in Your beautiful pussy

 

I wouldn’t have existed if I wasn’t celebrating Your pussy

 

I wouldn’t be singing if I wasn’t creating a garden of love from Your pussy

 

Universe is the pussy of all beings

 

I want only You

 

I yearn only for You

 

only through You I am

 

I am a gigolo to all beings

 

gigolo through joy

gigolo through health

gigolo through freedom

gigolo through transformation

gigolo through loyalty

gigolo through love

gigolo through success

 

gig

God

 

miracle

particle

sings

this

poem

 

particles are transferring love through waves

 

last night the cable internet didn’t start working but

Rore helped me so I got connected through the AirPort

 

it was a relief to see photos that are coming to me through Netwibes programme

 

it was such a pleasure to listen to the music through iTunes

 

but the greatest joy gave me the neighbour on whose doors I knocked

to tell her that I hope my music listening won’t disturb her and she said

politely that they have a baby but that I shouldn’t worry

 

but from this morning nobody is using their wireless internet so I could not connect

 

that disturbed me and immediately

I forgot to turn off the ring on the stove after making a tea

 

I’m going to the Little Flat to give the keys back to Slavica Generalovic

 

a man in the parked car is drinking juice

noticing the other sets me free from myself

 

complications with internet have tired me out

 

human society abuses the life itself

 

I just parted from Slavica Generalovic. I thought

that Slavica will give me back 250 Euros deposit that I gave her

before getting into the apartment but according to Slavica I owe her another 75

I think she is not right. I’ll give her the money tomorrow

 

I proved myself once more – I don’t have a clue about this kind of life

 

fool within me help me bare all these humiliations

 

on the crossroads I tripped and I could have fallen under the car

 

people are justifying their selfishness and crudeness

with their kids that they have to feed and educate

 

I’m lifting my head towards the wind – I’m kissing all beings

 

in all beings are their kids as well and in

their kids there is nobody but them and their kids

 

I’m thanking the temptations because they are encouraging my tranquillity

 

I kiss You tranquil ones You have been and You are still saving the word

with Your tranquillity

 

I just remembered how in my childhood I was taking hard problems which

we had with the landlord and the landlord with us. that scared me and I was disgusted

with that. that is one of the things that made me choose

the poetical dwelling in this world

 

I wink at the ball which I’m throwing in the air

 

everything I do and I am is so that I could kiss and create something to all beings

 

most of the people are so that they could work and make money

 

if children would know that many of their parents are doing harm so that they could

feed and educate them many kids would escape their parents

or they would kill themselves

 

people say that evolution is taking place over the strong ones but it’s even more obvious

that it is propagated by the strong

 

God-becoming becomes through kissing

 

19:31

I’ve been told that the internet repairman will come in the afternoon. I’m waiting for him

all the time but he’s still not here. I can’t connect through the wireless

and I didn’t buy any food because I wanted internet to be fixed first

 

desperate humour – humour of despair

 

I bought food

 

God knows what is all of this good for

 

I kiss the runaway kids

20:58 – I connected through wireless

 

today on the fifth kilometre I will get to the

2000^th kilometre of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

 

10:22

I drank two coffees. put on the site residual English translations – from this morning

I’m connected through the wireless. I’m lost. I still didn’t draw 64 Buds and Blue Rose

 

I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed to curl up and at least renew a bit...

 

13:10

...I’m outside. slowed down. broken

 

as always when it’s hard the most important thing is that I don’t betray

 

not to forget that a lot of others have it a lot harder

 

not to wound and tear up the fragility

 

I’m slowly going through the park and watching people

I’m starting to love-kiss them and I already feel a lot better

 

it’s warm and this wind is pleasant

 

bees are flying around the tree top of the big linden tree

 

I’m walking pass the Ada beach. the smell of almond oil is spreading from the

bodies of the female swimmers

 

I made the photo of the step on the two thousandth kilometre

 

I’m thinking of the photo of Frantz Kafka on the beach and his

need to be happy and fears that were constantly following him

 

I rejoiced the clouds that I saw on the windscreen of the big truck

 

19:38

I’m on the internet. repairmen came. they connected me. I’m happy like a child

 

smell of the washed laundry is spreading from the balcony through the open

window on which I yesterday put the mosquito net

 

Rockabilly Radio fills my heart. happy child is the home to the runaway kids

 

runaway kids are the wanderers of light

 

runaway kids are calming down the brains of the adult

 

runaway kids are writing these words

 

June is passing by

 

hey – hey You – we have crossed two thousand out of forty

thousand kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

 

last night while selling me the herbal cheese the sales-woman

asked is today more or less than yesterday. yesterday was 195 and today

220 grams I answered and said thank you for remembering me

she is one of the first ones to welcome me on Ban’s Hill

 

grass is welcoming

 

I love-kiss You love

 

this is a celebration of the gentleman at the desk light up by the computer screen

light while one ant is making him company going between the letters on his keyboard

 

ant

 

sanctity

 

signal of the immortality

 

every heart contains the heart of the other being

 

every mind contains the mind of all beings

 

this evening I was writing in ant’s language

 

June has passed