Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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    are

    411572

    bud

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE — BOWING TO CONFESSIONS

    2082. day
    13th September 2010

    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

     

     

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE — BOWING TO MIROSLAVMANDIC.NAME WEBSITE

    2083. day
    14th September 2010

    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

     

    BOWING TO POETRY — BOWING TO GOD

    2084. day
    15th September 2010

    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 GodWhite Rose Bud

     

    I am Krop God — Kropotkin Bud

     

    I am Black Elk GodBlack 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 GodSermon 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 GodFree 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 Godmiroslavmandic.name Bud

     

    I am Go Goddess God — God Bud

    I love-kiss You


     

     

    84600 SECONDS OF ART EVERY DAY

    2085. day
    16th September 2010

    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 OF TODAY’S DAY

    2086. day
    17th September 2010

    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

     

    SATURDAY. LONELINESS. EVERYTHING IS BURSTING WITH LOVE

    2087. day
    18th September 2010

    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

     

    MY WHOLE LIFE IS WHISPER I LOVE YOU EVERYTHING THAT EXIST

    2089. day
    20th September 2010

    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

     

    WELL JOINED

    2090. day
    21st September 2010

    thank you son – a beggar lady told me

     

    every beggar lady is my mother and she begs love for us and all beings

     

    I walked seventeen kilometres

     

    I’m hungry

     

    thirsty

     

    tired

     

    I can’t wait to write the blessings and then have mayonnaise and tomatoes for lunch

     

    great laundry has dried from this morning on the balcony

     

    linen will be smelling of lily of the valley

     

    I will be enjoying in Kierkegaard

     

    my legs and my back will feel good from lying down

     

    my whole body is tightened from the strain

     

    walking is really a good friend

     

    I walked to the town. I have seen Maja. we walked

    across the tram bridge. afterwards I crossed Sava with a boat

     

    I didn’t feel like writing although I was thinking well

     

    what I was thinking about I will write some other time

     

    Universe was feeling nice within my soft steps

     

    more and more I can feel Kierkegaard and it’s more and more clear to me

    why many people love him

     

    fragile

     

    alone

     

    brave

     

    only because she made me unhappy she enlarged my love

    Kierkegaard

     

    when a moment ago I got up to take the book and find the sentence

    which I quoted my whole body ached and was stiff because it cooled down

     

    sex of life

     

    sex of the sun light flickering on the river surface

     

    Jelena informed me that she will bring me the book How the Steel Was Tempered

     

    I read it when I was fourteen years old. it meant a lot at the time and it excited me

     

    I’m looking forward to meeting myself as a fourteen year old

     

    I’m not going to the cinema for years and films mean less

    and less but I would love to watch this film that I haven’t seen

     

    sex is fucking good thing especially in everything and everybody

     

    sex of bread

     

    sex of mayonnaise

     

    sex of tomatoes

     

    TREMBLING

    2091. day
    22nd September 2010

    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

     

    AUTUMN OF ALL SEASONS

    2092. day
    23rd September 2010

    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

     

    I LOVE YOU

    2093. day
    24th September 2010

    I LOVE YOU

     

    .

    .      .

    .      .      .

    .      .      .      .

     

    music

     

    music of goodness

     

    immortal goodness of beauty

     

    beauty of immortal singing to beauty

     

    everything I write is music

     

    number

     

    ten

     

    one

     

    I

     

    and

     

    You

     

    three

     

    of the eternal

     

    love

     

    in

     

    immortality

     

    of all

     

    beings

     

    everything I write is a poem

     

    one

     

    only

     

    poem

     

    of one

     

    and only

     

    poet

     

    God’s

     

    herald

     

    four words sing world

     

    three deliver it

     

    two kiss

     

    budding

     

    .      .      .      .

    .      .      .

    .      .

    .

     

    IMMORTAL HEART IS INVITING YOU FOR IMMORTAL LOVE

    2094. day
    25th September 2010

     I’m caressing my right palm with the left one

     

    I’m starting to write

     

    that’s me

     

    I word

     

    my words in Your heart

     

    my words are pumping Your heart

     

    my words are Your love blood

     

    my words are Your immortal body

     

    my immortal words are making everybody’s heart immortal

     

    immortal heart is beating in the chests of all beings

     

    immortality emerges from watching in each other’s eyes

     

    we are watching each other

     

    we are kissing through watching

     

    fucking with eyes is the sexiest and most innocent fucking

     

    eyes are the light of immortality

     

    fucking is the sanctity of life through which life becomes immortal

     

    fuck mortal ones fuck

     

    fuck thirsty for love ones fuck

     

    fuck hungry for immortality ones fuck

     

    fuck fucked ones and through fucking be immortal fuck

     

    may you deliver immortality through fucking

     

    all beings are minerals

     

    all beings are plants

     

    all beings are animals

     

    all beings are sprites of nature

     

    all beings are people

     

    all beings are higher intelligence

     

    all beings are God

     

    immortality within the moment is immortality within the eternity

     

    immortality is love of a being for all beings

     

    I changed sweaty t-shirt – there it is swaying in the strong wind

     

    I’m caressing my left thigh with my left palm

     

    I

    well

    that

    is

    you

    you

    well

    that

    is

    I

     

    POET OF FUCKING OR THREE HUNDREDTH WEEK OF WRITING MIROSLAV MANDIC BOOK

    2096. day
    27th September 2010

    three hundred weeks of writing and singing of Miroslav Mandic book

     

    three hundred weeks of circling and repetition

     

    three hundred weeks of hope and despair

     

    three hundred weeks of ecstasy and tranquillity

     

    writing is confidence in singing

     

    singing is celebration of confidence

     

    cock of singing has confidence in pussy of creating

     

    pussy of creating has confidence in cock of creating

     

    cocks of all beings believe pussies of all beings and love-kiss them brotherly

     

    pussies of all beings believe cocks of all beings and love-kiss them sisterly

     

    war doesn’t exist any more

     

    through hurting another being man becomes unfree and miserable being

     

    through killing and enslavement of the other a man becomes an evil-doer

     

    arrogance is asexual

     

    sexuality are all ecstatic moments in which beings are playing with each other

     

    the one who’s fucking is fucking with all beings

     

    fucking is the art of love

     

    fucking is the art of loyalty

     

    fucking is love and loyalty towards art

     

    through fucking I don’t have any more time for not having time

     

    through fucking I don’t have anything except everything

     

    I’m reading Byron’s letters. I’m reading Byron for the first time

    it pleases me very much actually because of our different origins and nature

    even though different we are the same by ideals and openness to everything

     

    some beings don’t like other beings. some beings are killing other beings

    but every being is protected loved and eternal with all beings

     

    love of all beings belongs to every being

     

    being is love

     

    all beings are one and only love

     

    many beings are afraid of other beings. many beings are most afraid of love

    and because of that fear from love they are shutting off from other beings

    or are killing other beings

     

    love is not a need

     

    love is art of receiving and art of giving

     

    love is three hundred weeks of love writing

     

    love is three hundred weeks of creating love

     

    love is three hundred weeks of creating creation

     

    of sexual singing to the singer of fucking

     

    3000 KILOMETRES OR 4.286.225TH STEP OF THE FIRST TIME SECOND TEN YEAR WALKING

    2097. day
    28th September 2010

    just before the morning in my dream Slobodna Tisma told me

    there is a trace remained on your lower lip which writes dead

    dedicated to the project Resurrection of All Dead through Love

     

    this morning unexpectedly a tooth started to ache me. it’s wobbling

    it should probably be pulled out

     

    pain takes away my energy. it stops me. makes pointless. humiliates

     

    walk Miroslav walk

     

    on today’s seventh kilometre it will be

    3000 kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

     

    every made step is a great thing

     

    every

    written

    word

    is

    a

    great

    poem

     

    pain stop being pain

     

    pain I wish You that You are never in pain

     

    pain rejoice Yourself

     

    pain rejoice me

     

    pain atone me for my vanity and harshness

     

    pain relieve me from feeling guilty

     

    I admire this old man who is swimming in the lake

     

    I admire Nietzsche for often writing under severe pain

     

    while watching old woman sunbathing I feel how

    my body is enjoying breathing through another body

     

    I made 4.286.225th step of the

    First Time Second Ten Year Walking

     

    I took a photo of it

    breathe me

     

    by the end of December it will be 4000 kilometres

    love-kiss me

     

    love-kiss Miroslav love-kiss

     

    I carry on walking barefooted

     

    I’m trying my best

     

    I admire every being that is trying and fighting with their self

     

    great effort is needed for ecstasy

     

    even greater effort is needed for tranquillity

     

    greatest effort is needed for bearing as well ecstasy as tranquillity

     

    I got tired. tooth has exhausted me

    I bow to You God’s tooth

     

    sometimes life isn’t anything else but surviving

     

    I’m ashamed for falling so easily

     

    I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of the most fragile ones

     

    I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of anything

     

    I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of all loves that I got scared of

     

    I’m

    ashamed

    of

    this

    love

    as

    well

    as

    of

    every

    poem

    through

    which

    You

    sing

    me

     

    RESURRECTION OF ALL DEAD THROUGH LOVE PROJECT

    2098. day
    29th September 2010

    what a dream with Tisma! and is it his project? and which loves you got scared of?

    asked me Ivana in her e-mail concerning yesterday’s blessings

     

    Resurrection of All Dead Through Love is my contribution to resurrection

     

    many people and many beings are working on resurrection

    not even knowing they are doing it nor knowing that it is being done

     

    the fact that many are engaged in it

    and from the beginning of time as well is a common project

    bowing to Nikolai Fyodorov

     

    work of love

     

    a fruit is in the seed a seed is in the fruit

     

    death is within life and life is within death

     

    dying is within birth and resurrection is within dying

     

    non of this I’m writing I know but I’m writing it because that’s how it is

    and that’s how it will be

    I’m kissing great poets of love

     

    when I watch something with love I see love in everything

     

    when I watch with immortality I see immortality in everything

     

    God has created all creatures

     

    all creatures are constantly creating God

     

    word has been created in order to resurrect all beings

     

    word

    by

    word

    and

    words

    are

    resurrecting

    the

    beauty

    of

    a

    poem

    and

    goodness

    of

    singing

    in

    hearts

    of

    all

    beings

    in

    front

    of

    your

    and

    my

    eyes

    through

    one

    and

    only

    eyes

     

    questions are resurrecting both answers and the dead

     

    yesterday’s blessing I’m ashamed in order to be worthy of all loves that I got scared of

    didn’t refer to any specific love but on the feeling that I couldn’t recognise many loves.

    that I was too ashamed. that a lot of things I didn’t understand. that many things I didn’t

    love. that I was accepting that love is what is happening just between two people and

    only amongst people. that I was jealous. that I would feel I wasn’t loved. that I couldn’t

    recognise when somebody loved me. that I didn’t feel that everything and everybody

    already love me

     

    everything that is love is

     

    all being are love

     

    word is love

     

    number is love

     

    God is love

     

    this man in front of me who is reading newspapers while walking is love

     

    workers who are collecting big stones around the lake and throwing them

    into a small tractor trailer and merrily singing while doing so are love

     

    love of walking. love through walking. love for walking

     

    love of flying. love through flying. love for flying

     

    love of thinking. love through thinking. love for thinking

     

    love of language. love through language. love for language

     

    my tooth is not aching today. absence of pain is love

     

    I was thinking of You and I saw one crow bathing in the lake and I immediately

    sent You a text message Petar, was is you just a moment ago, this crow which was

    bathing in the lake

    little icon of love

     

    Jelena brought me the book How the Steel Was Tempered

    example of Jelena’s love

     

    it’s hard for the one who said everything that he or she could of a certain subject

    I’ve read these Voltaire’s words last night reading Byron

     

    we are walking towards each other

     

    WHEN EVERY BLESSING BECOMES THE TITLE OF NOT WRITTEN POEM

    2099. day
    30th September 2010

    when writing third word in the first blessing of the day

     

    when looking forward to the third blessing in the second one

     

    when in the third one I’m writing the same as in the first one

     

    when I get up earlier in order to write

    all 33 blessings before Elisa and Art come

     

    when I’m using the word when to emphasise beauty of the moment

     

    when hesitation disappears in front of the decision to go and get shaved

     

    when after shaving I get tingling feeling on my skin

     

    when day is becoming brighter and brighter like any other day

     

    when excitement before the meeting resurrects excitements of past meetings

     

    when I feel tranquillity because I got ready for the beloved ones

     

    when I recognise that every moment is a sanctity

     

    when I become the one I am

     

    when the routine of repetition gives me back the freshness of first things

     

    when I cannot wonder enough to the beauty of when that is singing me

     

    when the flock of birds flies of the water

     

    when I stop waiting for the appearance of the new when

     

    when persistence transforms into music

     

    when Your absence transforms into the eternal presence

     

    when the child nurses its mother

     

    when the one who had the eternal milk gushing from her breasts

     

    when the one who resurrects You with a poem

     

    when winds in the river valleys are blowing towards other winds

     

    when the hand on the belly heals with love

     

    when the healing with the whole heals all parts

     

    when a mouse love-kisses a cat

     

    when something that never was becomes

     

    when the flock of birds after few slow circles again flies down onto the water

     

    when certain cobbler bestows his walkings to the many

     

    when grass starts walking all of a sudden

     

    when autumn leaves

     

    when a man on the road

     

    when a woman with a rose

     

    when bud of all beings

     

    I AM THE SHEPHERD AND GARDENER OF YOURS AND MINE CRISIS

    2100. day
    1st October 2010


    confidence creates singing

     

    yesterday’s hobnob with Elisa Sur and Arti Sombaty was God

     

    money crisis

     

    before walking I looked up how many people are certainly

    giving me money for 64 Buds and I was a bit terrified

     

    when I give 350 euros per month for rent and expenses

    for the Nest I’m left with 50 euros for food clothing hygiene and work

     

    that’s not enough

     

    although it’s very good because I’ve got the money to pay the Nest

     

    Miroslav Mandic Art and all its work are in the Nest

     

    I work in the Nest as a shepherd of the Nest

     

    instead of being paid as a shepherd I got a

    bed and space to work on Miroslav Mandic Art

     

    when I saw how things are with money I took a long

    strip of white paper with me on walking in order to write notes for

    the letter that I will be sending from next year to the unknown people asking for help

     

    until the end of this year I will have enough money because some people owe me

     

    I hope that the number of donors for 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

    will increase and that I’ll be able to live and work peacefully in the Nest next year as well

     

    in the Nest for taking off

     

    what I’m holding in my hand at this moment is the paper on which I wrote down

    few ideas and notes for the New Year’s Letter to the Unknown People

     

    crisis (Greek) turning point or decisive moment in events; medically:

    the moment from which an illness may go on to death or recovery;

    figuratively: turnover, disorder, confusion; political crisis, unusual situation,

    especially between the resignation and forming of a new government;

    economic crisis, disturbance of wider economic circles in terms of

    production or consumption of the national products.

     

    crisis liberates and regenerates

     

    crisis I love-kiss You calm down in my embrace

     

    crisis You and me are massaging the feet of the brave ones

     

    we kiss the knees of the victim

     

    confidence gives birth to the solidarity

     

    yesterday I saw a beautiful man and beautiful woman sitting at the table

     

    today I saw dried torn rose thrown away on the gravel

     

    confidence creates new money

     

    I’m getting up from the desk to clean beautiful paprikas

    and put them in the oven to bake in oil

    beings are dying and resurrecting in other beings through confidence

     

    confidence in unpredictable adds up

     

    if

    somebody

    is

    here

    do

    sing

    this

    gentle

    song

    to

    aunty

    Nada

    mother

    of

    my

    best

    friend

     

    You began loving me when You saw how I surrender to friends

     

    You surrendered to me when You saw how loyal I am to a friend

     

    I’m creating new money through every word

     

    with each blessing I’m adding up sufficient money to You

     

    gratitude gratitude – You are the heart of new money

     

    gratitude I just want to tell You that thanks to You I am at the moment

    on the list of all beings the Richest Being in the World of All Beings

     

     

    JEDNO DRUGIM

    2101. day
    2nd October 2010

    soon

    OVO JE BOG

    2103. day
    4th October 2010

    Aly is dead

     

    BILO REČI

    2104. day
    5th October 2010

    soon

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