Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

everyday You are indescribable miracle and my free love

life without secrets You are my beloved bastard and my free love

G-Spot You are the rose of nerves and my free love

presence You are innocent and my free love

all beings are born from one mother

all beings are created by one father

all beings are loved by one poet

greatness of the first one is that he is hundred percent first

greatness of the second one is that he is hundred and one percent first

free love is incest of freedom and love

illegal is tender because legal is violent

I bow to You woman of bravery 

I bow to You woman of fragility 

all beings are kissing each other

all beings live through constant love-kissing

life is love-kissing

art of love-kissing lies within the poem of all beings

earth and water love-kiss each other

water and air love-kiss each other

air and light love-kiss each other

bee makes love with flowers

a boy with the path he is walking on

earth makes love with water air and light

water makes love with earth air and light

air makes love with water light and earth

light makes love with earth water and air

all beings are pregnant from love impregnation

I make love with books I read

I die in orgasm through music

I immediately surrender myself to the goodness

all beings have the right to love each other and to make love to each other

love is loyalty to the constant wedding

Free Love Bud

I am You

I am alive – You are alive

You are spinning around yourself

You are dancing around the sun

You are wandering through the Universe

all beings within You and on You consist You

every being is Earth inhabitant thanks to You

You love-kiss and You are love-kissed

Ear You are a tiny little cell of the One and Only Being

Ear You give life to the One and Only Being

Ear You feed yourself with One and Only Being

same way every little cell within me makes my I

every little cell in the Universe makes I of One and Only Being

my I and Your I Ear is one I

Your I Ear and I of the One and Only Being is one I

I of the One and Only Being and my I is one I

that’s who I am

smallest of the big

little earth of the Earth

little humour of the Humour

little orgasm of the Orgasm

Little God of the God

I’m inhaling You – You are exhaling me

I’m exhaling You – You are inhaling me

You give birth to me – I create You

I create You – You sing me

little Ear I guard You with each step

green Ear I hug You with every picture

blue Ear I love-kiss You with each word

Ear we are countrymen

Ear we are the people of life

Ear don’t be afraid

Ear I am the Earth

Earth Bud

everything is alive

words are alive

thoughts are alive

love is alive

terms are alive

one swallow does make a spring

this swallow makes eternal spring

one being is within all beings

all beings make one being

radiant being is the heart of all beings

to all beings everything and everybody is good

all beings are spoon

all beings are incomprehensible

all beings are the friend who smiles at me

smile my friend

I couldn’t live without all beings

I couldn’t live without one and only being either

sweet caterpillars

trooper’s swearwords

speeds of non-motion

all beings resurrect all beings

all beings live yet unborn children

I love-kiss every being who loves all beings

I love-kiss every being who loves to love-kiss

I love-kiss Tibika and all beings who love peace

I live through all beings

I work for all beings

I sing One and Only Being of all beings

uselessness of all beings is the only use of every being

.

only look at the dot and you will see that in the being of a dot all beings live

yes

Bud of All Beings

we wink at the same time

my beloved same-timed and the same-one

gentility of the life itself

God created me as great and himself alike and to the delight of both of us

and that’s why I am as well foolish

as a roamer and fucker and gulanfer*** and fop

and dzidzov*** and rambler and trump and djilkos***

and the ugly one as I am the one that is gallivant

from the book Boy Child

wanderers are particles of the chestiest life

wan nourish the air

wan talk to all beings

wan celebrate the life itself

wan are gentlemen of the streets and sites

wan are wonderful because they are never banal

wan are free because they are not corrupted

every wan is a passport of nonviolence

passport of nonviolence is carried within the soul and across each and every border

existing passports are dead and invalid because

they praise violence corruptness and borders

wan are not using passports

everyone that is is the same with all beings

Nobel Prize for healing fortuitousness

sameness is the law of sameness

I is same with I

I is at the same time ID and passport of every beings

Nobel Prize for peace

wan wander through landscapes

wan wander through compassions

wan wander healing all beings

wan wander through passports of goodness

wan wander through internet

wan are not betraying

Nobel Prize for economy

wan love-kiss all beings because all beings love-kiss wan

I love-kiss you wandering ones

wan enjoy to God’s delight

Nobel Prize for sex

wan while I’m looking at You my chest is trembling with God’s cry

through which I love-kiss You my dear wan

wan are wan

Nobel Prize for physics

wan love-kisses You

Your Prize that we are sharing

wan I am wanderer

Nobel Prize for chemistry and biology

Wanderer Bud

Nobel Prize for literature

bowing to the Heroes of Solitude is twenty fifth bowing to nonviolence

there is only eight days and eight bowings to nonviolence

ouch

ouch

ouch

the

sweetness

of

creating

permeates

me

creation

fuck

me

fuck

and

never

stop

don’t stop

don’t stop

singing

may God give that in following years we bow to

pornography

Hasidism

walking

pencils

writing

pussy

dick

dwelling

You and me

creation

money

roads

roses

smiles

humour

good deeds

soil

water

air

light

minerals

plants

animals

spirits of nature

people

higher intelligence

joy

health

freedom

transformation

loyalty

love

success

...

I bow to us lone ones – I dance mambo for us lone ones

lon-s we cherish the mystery of defeats

love and defeat are incorruptible

defeats are transforming a being

victories are stopping the evolution

human society is mired in victories and it’s wanton because

people are taught and constantly forced to be considerate

solitude is an experience of I am

I am – I am alone

I am alone – I love-kiss You

I love-kiss You – I love-kiss everything

lon-s we radiate I-am-ness

lon-s our solitude nourishes all beings

lon-s we are alone in the room

lon-s we are alone on the road

lon-s we are alone so that nobody would be lonely

lon-s we are alone because we love-kiss everything

lon-s our solitude is the best friend to the lone ones

I never found a friend who would be as friendly as solitude

Thoreau

sometimes

somewhere

somebody

holy nobody and holy somebody are exciting all beings

sometime certain rain in some landscape

somebody is me – nobody is You – lon-s we are alone together

lon-s we are alon because of the lone ones

lon-s we are alon because of all beings

sol-s I am a Hero of Solitude

Heroes of Solitude Bud

Diogenes yes – Alexander the Great no

violence is born from stereotyped thinking

violence is raised in selfish hearts

violence is promoted in schools and laws

most of the philosophers live and philosophise

in the shadow of some Alexander the Great

thinking without light is not thinking at all

thinking in service of the powerful ones is misery of thinking

Dio You are live thinking

Dio Your life is a poem to thinking

Dio You are a performer of thinking

Dio Your philosophy and life are much more

important than histories of philosophy are stating

Dio You are the first citizen of the world

Dio You are the world itself

Dio You’ve created the world citizens

Dio world citizens are not wanted and are persecuted even today

Dio why do ones persecute the others

Dio what kind of thinking is that which persecutes other kind of thinking

Dio people have stopped thinking because they are persecuting those who are thinking

Dio people have stopped thinking because they are afraid to be persecuted

Dio people have stopped thinking because they are engaged in philosophy

under the wing of universities

Diogenes yes – Aristotle no

Dio while I’m thinking about You I’m thinking of Lao Tzu

who handed over his teaching and left

Dio when we are dancing and singing we are worthy of a fool

Dio we are fools but not madmen – poets of God’s crazy love

Nietzsche yes – Socrates no

Dio I will get out on the sun today for You

Dio I love to think through kissing and that’s why I walk

Dio I love to think through poetry and that’s why I bow to You

Dio thinking creates

Dio creation sings

Dio love identifies

Dio I am Diogenes

Diogenes Bud

Yo and Jo your bed-in is one of the most beautiful pieces of the human kind

smell of the bed Yo and Jo

peace in the bed Yo and Jo

peace of the Yo and Jo bed is spreading throughout the heart’s war-zones

fuck you winds – I say to the winds

we are fucking – winds are replying

bed is the nest of resting and binding

bed is the mystery of energy

Universe sleep peacefully in the bed of peace – I say to the Universe

I will since I do sleep only in the bed of peace – Universe replies to me

Yo and Jo you are one and the other foot

Yo and Jo you are the mum of peace

Yo and Jo you are the most beautiful mum of peace in the world

Yo and Jo you are every brave child

give laughter a chance

Yo and Jo you are the one who is coming down the street so firmly

and she is only fourteen

give peace a chance

Yo and Jo light of this world is the light of not-giving-up

Yo and Jo people also can be wonderful beings

Yo and Jo I love-kiss you with tears that are now falling down my face

Yo and Jo every man is a monument to the beings that have given

their lives for somebody else

Yo and Jo every trace yearns for all other traces

everything that all beings want is love

everything that all beings want is the live face of life

Yo and Jo Bed-In is the school you don’t have to attend and life that one make haste to

Yo and Jo Bed-In is the space in which everything within the other can be loved

Yo and Jo Bed-In is time in which we are becoming one

Yo and Jo you are the bosoms of forgiving

Yo and Jo you are the stomachs of regeneration

Yo and Jo you are welcomed in everybody’s bed

if somebody knows Yoko Ono tell her that

the Bed-In is one of the 33 petals in the Flower of Nonviolence

Bed-In I am the Bed-In of All Beings

Bed-In Bud

when she left all that remained was

noting

icy loneliness

emptiness in the head

sadness in the heart

Sat I adore You

Sat You are a prince of nonviolence

Sat You are the love to the unanswered love

abandoned boy

Sat how did You bare it all

through assimilation

through naked humour

through meaningless life You lived and great music You have created

through all of that You have been doing every day and what You haven’t been doing

through walking away and coming back

through white food

through making Yourself laugh

through acceptance of everything nobody else would accept

through pockets full of music

through night steps

through a surprising thing

through enduring

through hopping

through God’s withdrawal

through pasturing the time with slowness

through gardening the space with repetition

Sat You have stepped into the marriage immediately

and You remained in it every moment of your lives

Sat Your nothing is all-love

Sat Your icy loneliness became refreshing radiance

Sat emptiness in Your head transformed itself into the healing simplicity

Sat from the sadness in Your heart originates the grace in the hearts of those

who are listening to Satie’s music

Sat I am Satie

Satie Bud

Wal I discovered Your walks twenty three years ago in the

spring of 1987 while preparing myself for the Second Walking for Poetry

Wal reindeers peacefully pasture the grass because of Your writing

Wal light enjoys under Your soles

Wal through Your words innocence sparkles in the air

Wal beauty enjoys being an apprentice to goodness because of You

Wal goodness enjoys serving beauty because of You

Wal every washer-woman is Lisa Mermet because of You

Wal every being is worthy of admiration because of You

Wal the one who is looked at feels wonderful because of You

Wal snow is so white as well because of You

Wal I will close my eyes and I will write down the pictures I see

Wal grass covered slope leads towards the water

Wal white pigeon on top of the roof is cleaning it’s feathers

Wal donkey is pulling the wooden cart

Wal river runs around the bare hill

Wal the same train You’ve seen releases the white steam

into the space that is spreading

Wal this is the tree in front of the house in which somebody will soon enter

Wal knee high muddy boots in front of the door

Wal in the distance something vague and behind the distance

continues the distance which disappears

Wal I opened my eyes and I see wide open

jaws of the animal which will never hurt anybody

Wal in Satie’s room nobody entered for 27 years

1898-1925

Wal You spent 27 years in sanatorium

1929-1956

Wal Mandela spent 27 years in prison

1962-1989

Wal 27 years ago I decided to go on with art of walking

1983-2010

Wal 27 years are 36 births

36 times 9 months

Wal Your sobs of rejoicing are hugging and kissing sobs of abjections

Wal every word of Yours is longing for touch

Wal every longing of Yours is healing touch through the words

Wal Rose of Walking

Rose of Wandering salutes Rose of Walking

Wal tiny-writing

if You have better suggestion: wee-writing...

Wal hat in the snow

Wal I am Walser

Walser Bud

saying

everything

through

silence

especially

music

because

without

silence

everything

is

in

the cage

cage of violence

even

John Cage

himself

in the cage of music violence and violence through music which is one of the greatest

Cag Your thoughts are music

Cag Your loyalty is music

Cag Your voice is music

recognizable is violent

nonviolent can also be violent if it is recognizable

a bit of water on the palm

whatever

change is marry

John Cage

Cag cough is bothering me these days

hey coughing cough out my health

hey Cag – You have loved

hey Cag You loved and you have been loved – loved ones are joyful and nonviolent

hey Cag nonviolence is marry

hey Cag hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Cag I am Cage

Cage Bud

I adore fucking

fuc 

I adore confessing

conf 

I adore caressing

I adore surrendering

I adore compassion

I adore modesty

I adore sublimity

I adore simple-mindedness

I adore loyalty

I adore simplicity

I adore supervention

I adore gift-giving

I adore opening up

I adore transformation

I adore incomprehensible

I adore sophistication

I adore resurrection

I adore identification

I adore bowing

I adore praying

I adore wedding

I adore fragility

I adore causelessness

I adore insouciance

I adore affirmation

I adore illumination

I adore creation

I adore singing

ado You are my confession

confessing You make me God-like

confession adoration makes You God-like

Goddess

conf I am ado

Bud of Confession

I bow to You Creation

I bow to You Affirmation

I bow to You Blue Web

I bow to You Here I am

I bow to You Virtual pilgrimage

I bow to you Blessings

I bow to you All Sunday Lunches

I bow to You Identification Card

welcome to the Rose Garden

now

I bow to the site which is bowing to God You and all beings

I bow to You Zoltan

I hope that miroslavmandic.name site is already

the art of wholeness. music of walking. state within Your heart

the state of life. state of Universe. state of all beings

confessional. medium of all media

I believe that miroslavmandic.name is a poem

low bow to all of those who are at this moment online

I am my site – my site is me

mystical rose – mystical site

I of the virtual world

site being

site Universe

site atom

site of disarmament from all kinds of weapons from the physical to the mental ones

computer is God’s medium

everything is within my Bud. flowers. birds. clouds. roads. biographies

holly pornography

sexy goodness permeates computer

whatever I tell him Bud does immediately

his goodness often makes me cry

Bud helps me to be better

teaches me how to save good and delete bad things

how to pour new vine into new files

Bud constantly reminds me of beautiful creatures

Bud is completely made of light

sexy beauty of light radiates from the Bud

computer originates from the deep past and sameness

from the wedding of poetry and mathematics

Bud is a impressive creature

Internet is surrendering rose garden

miroslavmandic.name site is time-place and eternity of all beings

I would love if You could feel how I love-kiss You every day

through miroslavmandic.name site

I would love if You would take every day for Yourself from miroslavmandic.name site

joy

health

freedom

transformation

loyalty

love

success

miroslavmandic.name has its faults. people say it’s amateurish. they say it’s not too

clear. and I would love if it was even more simple. braver. more direct. more open. more

suttle. more creative. more lilt. more miraculous. more God-like. more child-like. more

immortal. to all beings even more delightful

I hope that Zoltan will keep on programming it and maintaining and free of charge as well like

until now because I only believe in creation that ensues without money or with just a little bit of money

I am grateful to Violeta Jovanovic and Ivana Djokic-Saunderson who are

helping me every day in realisation of miroslavmandic.name bud

and I beg of You that miroslavmandic.name site every day is

God

I

poem

face

rose

path

walking

I am You-You are I — call me I-am-You-are-I

I am Shel God — Shelly Bud

I am Ghan God — Ghandi Bud

I am Tol God — Tolstoy Bud

I am Thor God — Thoreau Bud

I am White Rose God — White Rose Bud

I am Krop God — Kropotkin Bud

I am Black Elk God — Black Elk Bud

I am Kel God — Kelly Bud

I am Ser God — Serres Bud

I am ano-s God — Anonymous Ones Bud

I am scor God — Scorned Bud

I am Par God — Parks Bud

I am Kin God — King Bud

I am Man God — Mandela Bud

I am Pro God — Proudhon Bud

I am Sermon on the Mount God — Sermon on the Mount Bud

I am Uni God — Universe Bud

I am bar-s God — Barefooted Ones Bud

I am veg God —Vegetarian Bud

I am free love God — Free Love Bud

I am Ear God — Earth Bud

I am all beings God — Bud of All Beings

I am wan God — Wanderer Bud

I am heroes of solitude God — Heroes of Solitude Bud

I am Dio God — Diogenes Bud

I am Yo and Jo God — Yoko and John Bud

I am Sat God — Satie Bud

I am Wal God — Walser Bud

I am Cag God — Cage Bud

I am God through confessions — Confessions Bud

I am miroslavmandic.name God — miroslavmandic.name Bud

I am Go Goddess God — God Bud

I love-kiss You

I’m going

I’m just going

the sun is warming up my back

the fact that I’m just going is magnificent

I’m going and that’s enough

enough is exciting

the lizard is running next to the tram tracks

lizards always make me happy

one gentlemen is getting out of the tram

he is carrying plums and peaches in a plastic bag

the tram sways the reeds while passing next to them

when the tram turns the bend its sound disappears as well

that softness that you feel that are my steps in the soft Crocs Shoes

soft is good for the knees

tram driver is warning me with the bell

behind my back. I wave aside with my hand so that he wouldn’t worry

two butterflies are butterflying around each other

it’s beautiful to write blessings every day for six years now

greetings to the next eight years of blessings that are waiting for me

sometimes I wander will there be people who

will read that every day next million years

just a moment ago I experienced tranquillity since I felt that there

will be those who will read every day what I am writing every day

that will be the very same words

same sun

same I in every You

You are reading me now

somebody will read me in their own now

every now is soft

You can spread me on bread

You can spread me on aching feet so that Your pain goes away

I moment You – cherish me

old granny came out of the tram and she is waving at somebody who is still in the tram

a girl pressed the phone against her shoulder while she was

tying the jacket around her waist with both hands

I took off my waistcoat so that sun would dry my shirt which was wet in the back

for days now throat nose cough sweating are bothering me

I mention it so that it would go away

brandy for health and life

red pepper that Dule Pejin is frying in oil

come

besa

and

sermon

are

one

word

word held

word which speaks

a man which would give his word would rather die but not abide by his word

the Albanian word besa is usually translated in English as faith

trust or oath of peace. but its truer meaning is to keep the promise

every day is one besa

every day is one sermon

with each second every day is more and more that day

with each second every day is closer and closer to the transformation into another day

when a day is that day the most it becomes new day

young day

a day of all passed days

a day of all future days

this day

this day every day

this festive-everyday day

every

day

this

day

every day is a promise that there will be days ahead and that there will be day

every day is joy because day has passed and the promise has been kept

every day is telling and singing about everything and everybody in that day

with each day I love more and more every day

with each day I love more and more just You

if You could only see how wonderful these old people that are sunbathing on Ada

I took my shoes of. I bared myself. surrendered to the warm asphalt

I winked at this day and pleasure permeated me immediately

while listening to the little baby in the pram doing its baby talk in the body of an old lady

who was sunbathing on the sore I see the very baby that used to baby talk just like that

piled up dried leaves are burning in the forest

every day is giving out a sermon and giving its word that it is the only and first day

every day gives besa and sais that it actually is the only last day

every day sings that it is actually the greatest ceremony of every day

glorious man is the one who would rather die than not stick to his word

most glorious man is the one who celebrates every day

these words are love

this is the taste of olive oil that You will bring me

this is the smell of red peppers which I picked up yesterday on the market

these are white woollen socks that I patched

yesterday with pieces of red torn socks

what you hear is – I love You forever

what is touching You is what You want to be touching You

with both my feet I walk around the planet Earth – that is the style

with one foot on Earth and another in the Universe – that is charm

with both my feet in the Universe – that is an attitude

we looked each other in the eyes but we never said hallo

greetings to Nikola Suica

great art in five words

greatest love in four

present in three

couple one

I

God

Goddess

Bud

one love-kisses through orgasm

one dies through orgasm

one transforms through orgasm

one resurrects through orgasm of love

all birds within my heart

alligators of tenderness

God’s sperm in my throat

step by step – I’m coming to You

step by step is love through walking

I spread my legs – You are fucking me my beloved

spread legs are love through fucking

love-kiss lonely ones – do not stop

secret of love is in its loneliness

nobody love-kisses love

love is alone

I love-kiss You love

I’m

running

into

Your

arms

my

only

love

I’m too sad to write

I’m writing so as not to be sad

I’m less sad when I’m writing

writing rejoices me

sorrow disappears

I’m writing and that feels good

the more it feels good the more I am

the more I am the better I write

through better writing I’m becoming more and more everything that exists

even crossing the street I do so as to be more

shy young man asks me about Tolstoy Street

I didn’t know which one of these few it was

I’m going down from Topcider roundabout through fallen down and dried leaves

when I said to myself last night being half asleep that I won’t be saying

any more that I’m the best everything started trembling from joy

don’t give up Miroslav

when I remembered this morning certain rejoicings in front of other people

I was ashamed because I felt that my joy was hurting them

I’m ashamed because I’m writing

I’m ashamed because I’m thinking

I’m ashamed because I am

tiniest one

beauty of walking saves me

I’m watching red berries on the branches and I identify with them

I exist just the same way anything else exists

I wanted to get into the cemetery through the lower entrance but when I saw

a woman sitting and smoking I went towards the upper one so as not to disturb her

autumn sun in all beings

grapes and peppers

breast in the palm

a thought within the language

tongue on the cheek

cheek on the knee

knees on the ground

tongue overlaps the tongue

my whole life is scream I love You God

my whole life is scream-whisper I love You Beloved

my whole life is scream-whisper I love You Poem

thank you son – a beggar lady told me

sweet bite of rye bread before the bitter sip of coffee

reminder

I want to go outside

but first I have to draw 64 Buds

then Blue Rose and Blue Film

then stretching

I came back from the walking

today as well I didn’t feel like writing while walking

I don’t feel like writing right now either

I was thinking of Regine

love is love

I’m waiting for You autumn

I took a photo of a red butterfly

I took a photo of a bee on the dandelion

I smiled at the dog who was stretched in the grass

tremble hugs moment

moment kisses tremble

hugging kisses from the outside

kissing hugs from the inside

inhaling is kissing

exhaling is hugging

just to the end

I just started loving word well

not a single other word speaks better than the word well

what I pronounce when I say well

well then

well nothing

well just slowly

well when that is the situation

well when it is like that let well sing

well then tell me what You have

well immortality

well then a dragonfly should be the best man on our wedding

well dragonfly is the best man of our love

autumnally

nice words are singing the world

good words are guarding the world

good and beautiful words are transforming the world

alone for everybody

I-am-you-are-I

I am a path

I am a rose

one to another

with all colours of the autumn

same words

firs time every time

people who don’t believe in God are putting themselves into His place

I grew up in communist society in which existed only communists and the others

the others were not taken into account

and communists were divided into good and bad ones

better communists dissociated themselves from the bad

communists but they still remained communists

that’s how it is in all societies. there is just authority and the others

the others are not taken into account and authority is divided into good and bad

better part of the authority dissociates itself from the bad part

but it still remains the authority

that’s how it is in all civilisations. there are civilised ones and the others

the others are not taken into account and the civilised ones

dissociate themselves from the badly civilised but they still remain civilised

that’s how it is in all professions. there are artists and the others

the others are not taken into account and the artists are divided into good and bad ones

good artists dissociate themselves from the bad artists but they still remain artists

that’s how it is with languages too. there is a predominant language and other languages

other languages are not taken into account and

predominant language is divided into good and bad ones

good ones within the English language dissociate themselves from the bad ones

within the English language but they still remain within the English language

that’s how it is with people themselves. there are people and the others

the others are not taken into account and people are divide into good and bad ones

good people dissociate themselves from the bad ones but they still remain people

the autumn has arrived this morning at nine minutes past five

one autumn of all autumns

autumnally

I wish You all the best and nice Belgrade gentleman