Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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    BE HEALTHY TO ME AND BE MY HEALTH

    2672. day
    25th April 2012


    throughout the whole night last night my stomach was mildly hurting

     

    I’m serving

     

    swaying

     

    meandering

     

    circling

     

    through each blessing I’m paying forward

     

    everything I yearn for I love-kiss in the blessing

     

    through yearning I bow down to non-yearning

     

    I bow down to the bowing down

     

    to oaths

     

    to two unknown girls who washed my legs

     

    one while I was visiting monasteries in Serbia in 1973

     

    second on the sea shore while I was walking for poetry in 1984

     

    beings do wonders for other beings

     

    life are petals

     

    rose petals of love-kissing

     

    constant fucking of constant budding

     

    I enjoy more and more in the cosmic buzzing of each blessing

     

    in buzzing of the Cosmos in every word

     

    in buzzing of loyalty in each gaze

     

    gaze is serving

     

    giving life to the gazed at

     

    if I look at something or somebody I gave them water to drink and food to eat

     

    how I was given water and food by horizons

     

    endlessness was drowning me into infinity

     

    surrounding was transforming me into all beings

     

    light was caressing the landscape – warmth was pleasing every being

     

    forever

     

    swaying

     

    meandering

     

    circling

     

     

    you

    within

    me

    i

     

     

    you

    within

    me

    i

    within

    you

     

    81ST TIME 33 DAYS AND 33RD TIME LAO TZU

    2673. day
    26th April 2012


    Those who seek to rule a country by knowledge

    Are the nation's curse.

    Those who seek not to rule a country by knowledge

    Are the nation's blessing.

    Lao Tzu in Chapter 65

     

    Because he [the Sage] does not contend,

    No one in the world can contend against him.

    Lao Tzu in Chapter 66

     

    through life I have the experience of God

     

    through walking I’m touching God

     

    through creating I’m living God

     

    through singing I am God

    I wrote down these four blessings last night being half asleep

     

     

    you

    are

    my

    poem

    ouch

     

     

    the more poems the more immortality

     

     

    clitoris

    is

    an

    ally

    of

    immortality

     

     

    penis

     

    head

    is

    a

    child

    of

    immortality

     

     

    poem

    is

    immortality

     

     

    couples on the road

     

    hand in hand in the same will and joy

     

    through the harmony of agreement and goodness and beauty of their names

    heroes of the Miroslav Mandic book

     

    You and I

     

    Whirlpool and Whirlwind

     

    Rose and Path

     

    Good and Beauty

     

    Pussy and Cock

     

    Please and Thank You

     

    Powerful and Tender

     

    Closeness and Distance

     

    Tranquillity and Appeasement

     

    Poet and Artist

     

    Acting and Being

     

    Dancing and Singing

     

    Thoughtfulness and Watchfulness

     

    Creating and Singing

     

    Serving and Love-Kissing

     

    Patience and Endurance

     

    Approval and Agreement

     

    Snuggling and Nestling

     

    Insouciance and Unreasonableness


     

    TODAY AS WELL I SAW SWALLOWS

    2674. day
    27th April 2012


    yesterday as well I saw swallows

     

    heavenly holiday

     

    they were flying above the river

     

    then abruptly into the blue sky

     

    festival of joy

     

    yesterday’s 2673rd day in the Miroslav book

    was wondrous because it joined 81st time 33 days and

    33rd time of Lao Tzu whose book Tao consists of 81 chapters

     

    wondrous meeting of number 33 and number 81 out of

    which comes to the wondrous meeting of number 6 and number 9

     

    poetry of swallows and numbers

     

    I was walking for the first time this year with bare torso

     

    poetry of air

     

    again I started reading Ralph Waldo Emerson

     

    I wrote

     

    through life I have the experience of God

     

    through walking I’m touching God

     

    through creating I’m living God

     

    through singing I am God

     

     

    singing

    creating

    walking

    living

     

     

    poem

    work

    walk

    life

     

     

    we are all together on one path

     

    Everybody and Everything

     

    I’m winking at You within Your heart

     

    Your heart is trembling form I feel so nice

     

    more renunciation more life

     

    trembling

     

    one doesn’t live out of that but one lives for that

     

     

    swallow’s

    squeal

    is

     

     

    two swallows are kissing while flying

     

    my verve for swallows makes my verve for sparrows even bigger

     

     

    a

    shadow

    flew-by

    on

    the

    asphalt

    swallow

     

     

    I’m

    lifting

    my

    head

    up

    in

    order

    to

    see

    them

    swallows

     

     

    I’m

    taking

    photos

    of

    grass

    sky

    young

    moon

    swallows

     

     

    today

    swallows

     

     

    tomorrow

    swallows


     

    LIFE IS GOD

    2675. day
    28th April 2012

    girl from the fifth floor waved at me this morning

     

    lady bird on the grass blade

     

     

    life

    is

    god

     

     

    Ralph Waldo Emerson who was going daily for

    a long number of years on the grave of his wife Ellen

     

    grace of slow walking blends into the grace of thoughts

     

    grace of thoughts is carried away by the grace of warm wind

     

    warm wind is massaging my auras

     

    it brings the motes that stings my bare legs

     

    tenderness leads to modesty

     

    modesty is constant tenderness

     

    midday of love which is actually ringing to me

     

    ants on the road

     

    long worms

     

    a young man is drinking beer in the shade

     

    a woman with tattooed leaves on her hand

     

    few hours long kissing of two women

     

    thirst

     

    spinach

     

    nettles

     

    massaged ears and feet

     

    doodling a doodle

     

    fragrance from Your mouth

     

    tranquillity that makes You sleepy

     

    peaceful snooze

     

    harmlessness

     

    horse’s chest

     

    lady bird’s wings

     

    basil on the balcony

     

    drawing of the Numbers

     

    evening walk

     

    tender modesty

     

    modest continuity

     

    Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words which are waiting for me


     

    TO FUCK WITH LIFE

    2677. day
    30th April 2012

    I started off. ants are already walking

     

    sun has already started to burn

     

    I’m walking slowly in order to pump the blood through all my nerves

     

    here are first poppies

     

    I’m daydreaming

     

    I’m taking a photo of one poppy in the grass

     

    greenness of the woods is in front of me. I’ll get into it now

     

    with each step I’m everywhere

     

    I am a being that walks for all beings

     

    being in which all beings are walking

     

    ants are joyfully walking

     

    I’m in the woods’ greenery

     

    the woods are fragrant

     

    I’m watching the trees and the trees are watching me

     

    I’m enjoying the tall trunks

     

    I’m smiling at the tree bark

     

    trunk is the tree’s path

     

    path into the heights

     

    I’m listening to my steps. they are emitting tranquillity and peace

     

    through smile I’m absorbing everything in myself

     

    everything that ever existed everything that

    exists now and everything that will ever exist is within me

     

    I’m walking that everything

     

    all of that is singing me

     

    two old people are gently holding their hands

     

    sweated older man with blissful gaze is watching young girl’s ass

     

    sex is the mating of life with eternity

     

    nobleness of pleasure is in the happiness of all beings

     

    there is more joy in a whiff of wind then in the great wealth

     

    I am a whiff to the all-soul

     

    there are more early swimmers on the nudist beach

     

    water is clear. pebbles are sparkling

     

    patience is very sexual – loneliness so supple

     

    we’ll pour that water to fuck with life

    says joyfully a beautiful girl without one hand to her sister


     

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