Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I am the Bible

reading of Bible poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 12pm

I love poetry more and more

I live of poetry more and more

I life for poetry more and more

I cannot stand literary in poetry more and more so

here are the poets of June who helped me sing June

Zarko Radakovic 22600

Mirjana Lukic 19000

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 9000

Vera Varady 6660

Sun Mandic 2000

Violeta Jovanovic 2950

Petar Miloradovic 1111

a poet does not look like any other poet

a poet is a poet

a scroll

shimmering

only-being

all-being

these days I’ve been reading Vasily Rozanov with the greatest pleasure

to give yourself away

to surrender yourself

how wonderful is giving money

how wonderful is receiving money

money is poem

clitoris

sensitivity which gives itself away and sings

unprotectedness which guards all beings

here’s money for You

give me money

receiving and giving are one

one love

one orgasm

one poem

I love to give depleted pencils

little pencils

we are one

a lamb to each other

one lamb

washed shirt smells good

I bought it on the flea market four years ago

it’s colourful

I ware it every day around the house

I’ve put patches on the sleeves

it’s missing one button

it’s thin

frayed

I need a new one

colourful and thin to ware it every day

to warm me a bit but not to be too hot in it

I love having small amount of clothes

shirt smells really nice

I love cleanliness

simplicity

sanctity of sex

virtue of enjoying

warming up in the warm sun

happiness of all beings

crocodile’s eyes

pig’s teeth

rhinoceros’ back

courage and dedication of anonymous people

ecstasy of love couples

dirty feet of poor children

who experienced being saved by

unknown person will spread the trust among people

who experienced being transformed by

the unknown will radiate sameness among species

who experienced God will believe he or she is God

happiness

in

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heart

I am

wonderful are all those people who are fighting for others

for the unknown

rejected ones

disempowered

Sarah I enjoy in You

each heart protects all hearts

I love when I drift away with a certain thought

and end up in some completely other thought

I love even more so when I circle and wander

with certain thought and end up in a little poem

singing transformation

singing resurrection

Sarah I’m dancing for You

Sarah I sing love to You so that You have it every moment till end of Your life

Sarah a girl within You nobody can hurt

everything is thanking to everyone who thinks of everything

everything protects everyone who nurtures everything

everything love-kisses everyone who love-kisses everything

through the blueness of freedom free beings are flying

through greenery of loyalty beings are surrendering to each other

I love when I say something once

I love when I say something twice

I love when I say something three times

I love when I’m repeating something

I hop and there is immortality

everything that doesn’t exist comes to existence through singing

I love-kiss You – You are love-kissed my beloved

the link between God and gender is greater than the link

between mind and God, stronger than the link of conscience with God

Vasily Rozanov

I was never yearning for anything else as I was yearning for humiliation

Vasily Rozanov

I love You Sarah Harrison

I love You Vasily Rozanov

let’s dance

let’s rejoice freedom

baby corn is growing

a sparrow has fluttered away

a little ant is strolling over the table

by the time I finished writing today’s blessings there was four of them strolling

the Bop Street Radio speaker is talking about rockabilly of the fifties

I love music from the fifties the most

it awakes preteen joy within me

innocent corporeality

clear sensuality

morning sun

running

hunger

thirst

that music carries me away

parents and their peers were at that time in full force and sexuality

they were impressing

they were unfathomable

through sexuality they were attractive and frightening

music of the blood

music of growing up

music of eternal youth

space of hips

time of sweating

miracle of mating

splendour of joining

running out on the street as soon as possible

doing something still unheard of

being film on one’s own

mesmerizing the world with hips

here I’ve just found the Bop Street Radio

until now I was listening to it on the iTunes radio

I’m a boy

You’re a girl

we’re dancing

flying with our feet and arms

we don’t get tired

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today as well one ant is strolling over the table

today as well I’m listening to the Bop Street Radio

each blessing is a drop of water on the palm of a hand

each being is inviolable

empty road

nobody on the road

the light of mind in one leg

the music of soul in the other

girl

agreeing invigorates

harmony transforms

goodness is so beautiful

beauty is so good

I’m constantly writing about goodness and beauty

that’s my boyhood vow

alone for everybody

goodness is sex of all beings

beauty is love of all beings

goodness is the road

beauty is the rose

rose on the road that’s what I am

maiden

if You are – You are everyone

if You are – You are for everyone

if You are – You are everything

Goddess

every day I’m writing 33 blessings for You

every day You’re reading 33 blessings for me

we are one

one love

one sex

one path

one rose

I live for the goodness of words

I sing through the beauty of words

that is so rare

all the more

everything for that

a sparrow in front of my feet is for that

everything else is no worth if it’s not that

that’s why everything for that

only for that

even though that is rare

I actually write only for that

I actually sing only that

that is within You

that is within me

that is within everything

nothing is more present than that

nothing more inexplicable than that

only without that life is not possible

exactly because only without that life is not possible nobody knows anything about that

rarely somebody lives for that even though everybody lives from that

that is rare. that is rare

anything I might say about anything I will say that

I’m talking about anything because I sing only that

that is a constant gig

that is like togetherness

that is like an orgasm

that is like only-being

that only that

with my mouth half open I’m running towards that

joy within me for that

joy out of me for that

goodness of words for the beauty of words

swallows are flying over the old buildings in the Savska Street near Train Station

today I drank first to glasses of vine after the heart surgery with Tibika Varady

today is the last day of the two month recovery after the heart surgery

I’ll treat myself with Ralf Waldo Emerson’s thoughts

every revolution was first a thought in one man’s mind, and

when the same thought occurs to another man, it is the key to that era

common souls pay with what they do, nobler souls with that which they are

Emerson quoting

the true poem is the poet’s mind; the true ship is the ship-builder

to believe that what is true for you in your

private heart is true for all men, — that is genius

an institution is the lengthened shadow of one man

to be great is to be misunderstood

as soon as the man is at one with God, he will not beg

for first or last you must pay your entire debt

the thief steals from himself. the swindler swindles himself. for the real

price of labor is knowledge and virtue, whereof wealth and credit are signs

every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults

blame is safer than praise

every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor

thus do all things preach the indifferency of circumstances

the ancients called beauty the flowering of virtue

all nature is the rapid efflux of goodness executing and organizing itself

whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young

in nature every moment is new; the past is always

swallowed and forgotten; the coming only is sacred

the one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves

nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm

the way of life is wonderful; it is by abandonment

a man never rises so high as when he knows not whither he is going

Emerson’s citation of Oliver Cromwell

after two months of recovery I’m doing everything as before the surgery

I’m walking ten kilometres a day

I weighted myself today for the first time

I put on four kilos. even before the surgery I had two-three kilos

more therefore I want to lose seven kilos in two three months

today I will wear elastic stocking for the last time

from today I don’t have to sleep only on my back

from today nobody will be bringing me food

these two months Sun Mandic Mirjana Lukic

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson and Violeta Jovanovic were taking care about me

thank you my beloved

they provided me with health insurance card. they were taking me on changing

bandages. taking me on check-ups. bringing me food two times a day. washing

my laundry. making my bed. cleaning the room. putting on the elastic stocking

putting shoes on. taking me for a walk. putting the scar cream

I hope that from now on I will be doing all of that on my own

I wanted tomorrow to toast the new beginning with the close ones but

my close ones don’t want to be close to each other therefore I’ll go on my own

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for the first time after seven years I went out

this morning right after I got up and brushed my teeth

that’s how I’m going to do every morning

outside into the air right away

one or two kilometres

singing God

one young man was walking his dog

one young woman was talking over the phone while walking in fast pace

I was walking slowly

it’s noon now

I will go for a walk to Ada

when I come back I will drink the Wine of Heart

and I will toast to God You and All Beings

the beginning of walking excites me

go-off is separation

transformation towards joy

I feel like a child

I’m watching my little-accordion where all things I’m doing are written down

there are nineteen of them. thirteen of them I’m doing

every day. all those works are making me and I’m making them

I saw Sebastian smoking. he smokes one or two

cigarettes a day for five years now since he was fifteen

white dove is pecking in the grass

I hope that in ten days or so I will go twice for a swim every day

the smell of warm herbs is reminding me of childhood and sea

I start thinking of Knut Hamsun’s walks when he was very old

I’m enjoying the white butterflies and high burdocks

they are good friends to me

I am the walking love

I am a love-kissing poem

I am walking which is singing and love-kissing

during my two month long recovery an average of my daily walking

has fallen for 375 metres. from 13,126 kilometres to 12,751 kilometres

I’m coming back from the lake. slowing down on the mild acclivity

sun is roasting. today I will walk 13 kilometres for the first time

living means living life. the life of everything. the life of all-life

I’m thinking of writing. of transformation through writing and transformational writing

writing is constant transformation of writing

constantly being in love with writing

with the glass in which bottom are three spoonfuls of

the Wine of Heart I’m toasting to God You and All beings

I wrote down these words into the Red Notebook

I didn’t manage to write a single word at the table

I’ll do it while walking I thought to myself

I’m coming back from the walking and I haven’t manage to write a single word

several times the word was close

after each giving up I was feeling worse and worse

then I surrendered

surrendered to the belief that I will write today’s 33 blessings after all

that belief in words in absence of words is exciting

stimulating

refining

it brings me back to the very beginning

to unimportance

to the very flickering

at the lake I noticed one sparrow flying down in front of me

each sparrow is a poem

I thought to myself

I wanted to write that down right away but I

thought that each being also is a poem so I gave up

each sparrow a poem is

each being a poem is

each thing a poem is

on the lake I wasn’t a poem so I couldn’t write that down

these two dragonflies as well a poem are

everything that is a poem is

everything that is everything a great poem is

everything that is and is also everything the one and only poem is

sweet apricot a poem is

solitude a poem is

today I washed the laundry on my own for the first time since the surgery

solitude is the same what You feel as well

solitude is the most common thing that exists

that’s why there is a lot of love in solitude

that’s why everything is possible in solitude

that’s why we are together in solitude

fruit is ripening

there is no end to simplicity

there is no cream from water

nights are warm

I’m sleeping naked only in my panties

during the night I change three covers

I start off with the plain sheet then I change it with the

terry sheet and then I change that in the morning with the blanket

I’ve noticed that I should cut my toe nails

sometimes I hear the car noise under my window like sea waves

I’m writing these blessings in my bed

it has just dawned

a dream about simplicity has woken me up

simplicity in art and art of simplicity

the more simple the more miraculous

miracle is simple

uncreated already created

just carrying on

I’m going back to sleep

I’m surrendering to the body

I’m thinking of Your body

each body is beautiful and good

I’m thinking of the Red Notebook’s body

I was fast asleep

I’m fast asleep only just before dawning

just carrying on

I’m going to the lake

on today’s sixth kilometre I will go past

fourteen thousand kilometres of the Bud of Walking

in the moment of crossing the highway I felt that I am

some man crossing the highway and I felt nice because of that

the one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves

Emerson

I took photo of the twenty millionth step of the Bud of Walking

twenty million steps of seventy centimetres is exactly fourteen thousand kilometres

both pair of my sneakers are torn

I’m silent

modesty modesty

just carrying on

sometimes I’m nothing else but eternal testimony of eternity of life

last night’s thought before falling asleep

i am god

when everything becomes three

three two and two

of us one

this morning’s poem I am God

let’s go baby I say to myself

blessing by blessing

without thinking

just go ahead

like an ant

like corn

like breasts buds

this morning before I woke up I dreamt of anima

that woman loved me

I always feel great throughout the whole day after such a dream

she was watching and loving me

we were one

two eyes one watching

two legs one walking

a man and God one God

I love You girl

You are my friend my girl

You are my girl my friend

girl Your name is Girl

Girl You have such a nice name

everyone who loves is Girl

I love You because You love Girl

when leaves are trembling Girl I feel Your love

when somebody smiles Girl I feel Your love

when I feel the meaning Girl I feel Your love

I didn’t know I will be writing about You Girl

that You will capture me that much with Your name Girl

I feel Your body all over my body Girl

Girl

You are so beautiful and good my

Girl

sometimes yearning for You hampers me

it seems to me that I cannot do without You

it seems to me that You are everything to me

everything solely

need for You hampers me but admitting That need sets me free

Individuals have international duties which transcend the national obligations

of obedience. Therefore individual citizens have the duty to violate domestic laws to

prevent crimes against peace and humanity from occurring 

principle declared at Nuremberg in 1945 cited by Edward Snowden 

existing of everything excites me

existing of everything calms me

I’m climbing up the mild hill

morning sun is still young

we are harmony

mystical agreeing

You are everything thath everyone wants to be

enjoy in Yourself

rejoice Yourself

surrender to Yourself

in Yourself within me You are

I am the new paradise

I am the eternity of each moment

I am a poem in everyone’s heart

simplicity is so simple that it cannot be communicated but with miracle

miracle is so miraculous that it can be experienced only through simplicity

I am a guardian of the innocence of each being

I am a reformer of the innocence of each being

I am a poem of the innocence for each being

and

I am an alcoholic who is not drinking for nine years now

I am I am which is intoxicating me sober for 33 years

I am a scar of the first sin with which I’m bowing to the spirits of first parents

I am serenity

we are tranquillity

Harmony

Girl

fragile

brittle

not good for anything

feeling lousy

I’ll go back to bad

I will huddle

I slept for two hours

I’m drinking hot chocolate

I’m always drinking hot chocolate with cold water

it’s not working – writing is not going

I’m going outside to buy food for lunch

it’s pleasant outside

life is slowly getting into me

letting the life into oneself – letting oneself out of oneself

I felt mild difficulties in my chests and head on Saturday and that gave me a scare

yesterday I felt dizzy

this morning diarrhoea

Violeta put the ant repelling powder yesterday

and they’ve appeared again on the table this morning

little stones in the shoes are pinching

while walking and writing blessings joy is coming back to me

I love writing facts

facts are exposing

facts always contain humour as well

last week I’ve read the book A Truth About my Life by Djordje Karadjordjevic

terrible and astonishing life of a royalty

although ex heir to the throne he was healthy

locked in the insane asylum for sixteen years

he was marvellously struggling for his truth

constant nervous tension is omnipresent in the sixteen years of his imprisonment

I love-kiss You – through not giving up

I’m walking so that You feel good and nice

so that You can be good and nice for somebody

I’m walking so that each and every one feels good and nice

I’m walking so that everybody feels good and nice

the state in which I’m good and nice for everything

everybody and each and every one is very nice

I’m singing so that everything everybody and each and every one feels good and nice

beauty is on the side of the rejected ones

goodness is on the side of the despised ones

beauty and goodness are in the heart of

everyone who love-kisses the rejected and despised ones

travel my friend travel

I’m singing You my Girl I’m singing You

every day is my friend’s birthday

our skin is shuddering my beloved

we are the flame of sex

we are the fire of love

embrace my body

be compassionate with my feelings

think my thoughts

surrender to my will

let’s fly

my sneakers are falling apart

they are on the balcony in the sun

covered with purple socks

I’ll wear them for two three more days

when I saw them a moment ago I saw beauty in them

fallen apart sneakers covered with purple socks on the sunny balcony

that beauty gives me the creeps

if I really see anything it will permeate me

like me and my young friend watching the rain yesterday

seeing beauty and goodness in everything

giving is goodness

receiving is beauty

slalom

interweaving

permeating

rejected ones are liberating the world

despised ones are rejoicing everyone in the world

giving is goodness

receiving beauty

light of this world

I’m in the early morning

as if being on the seaside

wildflowers in front of my eyes

a pigeon is pecking a bread crust

street cleaner is impaling thrown away paper on a stick

young woman is crossing herself on the sound of the church bells

beauty of words is enchanting me

goodness of symmetry calms

I’m off to the porn sights

it was marvellous

constant giving and receiving

circling of goodness and beauty which are interweaving in each other

sex is goodness

love is beauty

indescribable goodness of giving

incomprehensible beauty of receiving

for years I’ve been writing about goodness and beauty

I feel beautiful when repeating goodness

I feel good when repeating beauty

they are the echo of my steps

they are the essence of my pulse

goodness of echo

beauty of essence

it’s about words

it’s about loyalty

it’s about innocence

goodness of the word beauty

beauty of the word goodness

with goodness I’m pulsating between Your legs

with beauty I’m pulsating in Your heart

with goodness and beauty I’m pulsating in Your mind

two are one

a bud of goodness and beauty

I’m excited with the life itself

I’ve shaved myself for life

I’m dancing life

life music

living life like music

wow

living music like life

wow wow

at one moment in the shade I heard silence

the music of silence

in twenty days I’m starting fourth 33 days-long bowing

these days I’ve been thinking of what to bow to

to

sex

art

testament

walking

heart

money

a moment ago I’ve decided for sex

it’s sweet

meek

dear

I love bowings

bowing is unconditional love

bowing is art of admiration

divine unconditionality

fostering unconditionality

writing is a sort of bowing

bowing to the very writing

music of writing

I’m rejoicing the bowing to sex

all my art is also a bowing as well as my sex is bowing to art

art of pilgrimage – pilgrimage to art

sex of pilgrimage – pilgrimage to sex

poem

life is pilgrimage to life

art is pilgrimage to art

sex is pilgrimage to sex

hey

pilgrimage me

I’m in the woods

whoever You are I love You

I’m thinking

tiny bird has flown in front of me

I’m a stranger among people

I cannot stand and I don’t accept human wars and laws

hatred among people is foreign to me

hatred among races and nations

power and wealth are foreign to me

education and culture are foreign to me

elite and commercial art are foreign to me

many people are wonderful

I believe that every man is good

I’m getting out of the woods

I’m on the lake

sky without any clouds is blue

surface of the lake is green

my leg is again bleeding a bit. it’s questionable if I’m going to swim this year at all

doctor on duty on the lake told me few days ago that he wouldn’t recommend even

to the healthy people to swim in the lake because the water in the lake is very polluted

even though being a stranger I feel that many others feel and think like me

dry mowed grass is nice smelling

I believe that every man yearns for all beings

I believe that all beings live in every man

I believe that only constant love makes that every being is

I’m entering the woods again

fruit is expensive

forest is free of charge

birds are chirping

I’m singing to God

I love

I love You whoever You are and You are always exactly and only You

You all – all You

holly Nobody

I’ve opened a new document What Do I Have to Do

in following days I’ll try to make a list of everything I should do

these days I will open two more documents

What Should I Be Doing

Who Should I Be

there is enough work for thousands and thousands of years

on the other side I should finish all of that every day as if it was the last one

I need those lists to guide me

protect me from chaos

I’m forgetting more and more and it’s not easy for me to keep it in mind

patiently

sometimes I’m missing wine with which I was working longer and in fervour

patiently

if I was younger I would be sitting at the computer

and working with music and wine for hours and hours

for days

years

centuries

I would sing each little hair of Yours

I am singing each little hair of Your

with indescribable joy everything dead resurrects within me

know

one of the first things which I should do is writing

a text which would accompany the faces from the Bud of Walking

next thing of which I’m thinking for years is to count how much is my work worth

patiently

I’m seductively shaking my hips

I thought of that curve on Fruska Gora up which I was walking several times

a lot of the road is within me

a lot of horizons

a lot of sky

lips are close to lips

through God we are one

through God everything is one

joyful and resurrected

bells are ringing

morning sun

fruits are falling off

it’s summer time

braches are bent

they yielded apples

one

other is

other

one is

rejoice

flowers are blooming

flowers are blooming

lips are brave

lips are brave

fool is alive

fool is alive

freedom is gentle

freedom is gentle

dust on the roads is smelling nice

dust on the roads is smelling nice

yearning for is relentless

yearning for is relentless

sunflower is turning towards the sun

sunflower is turning towards the sun

legs started to go into the heights

legs started to go into the heights

don’t you stop butterfly

don’t you stop butterfly

being focused is leading us

being focused is leading us

towards I only towards I Kaja of life

(in Serbian name Kaja consists of two words “ka”, meaning “towards” & “ja”, meaning “I”, T.N.)

towards I only towards I Kaja of life

the monastery of life is guarding one and only life

the monastery of life is guarding one and only life

everything in this world depends only on me

everything in this world depends only on me

with carefulness and gratitude I live this life which depends only on You

with carefulness and gratitude I live this life which depends only on You

a boat is carrying us on the other bank Girl

a boat is carrying us on the other bank Girl

You are carrying Your tits for us both

You are carrying Your tits for us both

all poems of this word are God’s

all poems of this word are God’s

all poems of the other world are love songs

all poems of the other world are love songs

the heart of a beggar is full of begged loves

the heart of a beggar is full of begged loves

the heart of a wanderer is open for all impossible loves

the heart of a wanderer is open for all impossible loves

the heart of a stranger is marrying the heart of a beggar and the heart of a wanderer

the heart of a stranger is marrying the heart of a beggar and the heart of a wanderer

a poem is an oath to goodness

a poem is an oath to goodness

a poem is a sacrifice to beauty

a poem is a sacrifice to beauty

fruit is thriving

fruit is thriving

milk of all beings is boiling

milk of all beings is boiling

carefree is healing

carefree is healing

insouciance I’m thinking You

insouciance I’m thinking You

our belly is trembling

writing identifies

identifying marries

each word of mine is marrying us

each blessing is wedding

again

writing identifies

identifying marries

each word of mine is marrying us

each blessing is wedding

I’m marrying

I love wedding because it’s so mystical

I love mystical because it’s so marrying

I’m repeating

I’m drawing attention on repetition through repetition

I’m drawing attention on repetition through repetition

I’m drawing attention on repeated through repetition

I’m drawing attention on repeated through repetition

I’m drawing Your attention on Your attention through repetition

I’m drawing Your attention on Your attention through repetition

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in order to be modest I am one and only

in order to be modest I am one and only

in order to be modest I am first

in order to be modest I am first

in order to be modest I am the best

in order to be modest I am the best

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flutter

I love-kiss everyone who is one and only

I love-kiss everyone who is first

I love-kiss everyone who is the best

I love-kiss