Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

to You

instead of words

morning

notebook

a drawing and a poem

palms and feet

Billie Holiday

to be worthy of Billie Holiday

of the mellow

slow

meandering

surrendering

budding

Bud of All Beings

yesterday I experienced for the first time Bud of All Beings as God’s rose

Bud of All Beings is eternity of a being

Bud of All Beings is eternity of a being within every being

Bud of All Beings is a being of eternity within the moment of every being

Bud of All Beings is a being within a bud

the fact that Bora Dragas my friend from sixth and seventh grade of primary school

has a birthday today helped a me lot and rejoiced me this morning

thank You everyone who hurt me and opened me up for the

singing

creating

walking

for

God

Goddess

just born God’s child

oldest human being

I

you

the best

the one and only artist

the eternal art

the poet of all beings

the walker of the one

the most beautiful thing in this world is to be with Miroslav Mandic

in the eyes of this dog I felt that he’s lacking love

for human survival their love for animals is crucial

the love that I got from the dog I’m spreading to all beings

it’s in Your interest to work towards my interest

when I ask something from somebody it’s in the interest and glory

of that somebody who I’m asking

when I ask something from somebody I’m looking for God

in that what I’m asking from somebody

no – to the half

yes – to the wholeness

yes yes yes – to God

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g       o      d

d

when God love-kisses me diminishes and disappears within me

that I would want to become I through Him

when God guards me He enlarges and embraces and guards all existing for me

I made twenty snowballs and I put them on the street poles

transient and yet eternal

on the way back from the lake not a single snowball was left on the poles

I’m leaving

if we go towards God we will coalesce

if we go towards each other we will come to God

if we go from God we will depart from each other

if we go from each other we will depart from God

I’m continuing

loyal

to You

and

all beings

to beauty

words

that

are

dripping

and

lead

us

to goodness

I’m not turning around

come in front of my face

God’s

on Miroslav Mandic path

within Miroslav Mandic rose

with Miroslav Mandic humour

Miroslav Mandic modesty

Miroslav Mandic liberation from Yours and mine vanity

Miroslav Mandic asking and answer

Miroslav Mandic come and I’m coming

Miroslav Mandic please and thank You

Miroslav Mandic God’s name

today white radishes

tomorrow beans

today after the lake I will start working on 66 pictures Numbers – Tree of Life

one picture for number 1

two pictures for number 2

three pictures for number 3

four pictures for number 4

five pictures for number 5

six pictures for number 6

seven pictures for number 7

eight pictures for number 8

nine pictures for number 9

ten pictures for number 10

eleven pictures for number 11

Numbers – the number of numbers

Tree of Life – the life of life

while I was thinking of tiredness and humor right leg slipped. I leaned on

the left one but next step on the right one completely slipped so I fell on my back

it’s constantly snowing – it’s whiter more and more

first picture of Numbers will be white

within the circle of 33 centimeters circumference

I will be piercing with a needle on a thick paper

I will be whitening the whiteness

I forgot to take the camera with me so I will make a photo in the Nest of the

first white picture instead of the snow whiteness that I wanted to take the photo of

nobody called me wanting to come on the beginning of Numbers

so I will toast to the holly Nobody and all beings in the Nest

tenderness for Nike Pogacnik – if Somebody know Nike give her my greetings

I’m thinking about irretrievable and eternal coming back

I started with first picture

I toasted to all beings and to holly Nobody

one and only – with me – within one

beans are waiting for me

for every picture I will need about one week of work

all 66 pictures will be over in one year

God to God God

Numbers – Tree of Life will be an aegis of I am You are I

book that I’m beginning to write in twenty four days

I am an aegis to all beings

wings

to She-Nobody and He-Nobody

wedding

birds see everything

now I need to learn how to work on Numbers every day and be worthy of birds

beggars are wonderful beings

the propriety of beggary shames me

Rimbaud

three old beggar-women – a salve to my heart

a blade of gray hair

last night I started doing first out of two pictures for the number 2

it’s beautiful just like the text I wrote underneath it

beans for today as well

relish

I’m making a fountain of wishes for a young friend

everything he wishes for is going to come true for him

I’m very excited by good beings

from the street book seller who is selling them

of the pavement I bought White Fang by Jack London

these days while reading the books that I’ve read in the childhood and

youth I’ve read Demian and The Stranger. in both of them I found the

traces that live within me ever since I read them for the first time

I was thinking while on the lake how I would love to watch some

television programme that would be showing every day shows in

Serbo-Croatian-Bosnian-Montenegrin-

-Slovenian-Macedonian-Dalmatian-Banatian-

-Bachkian-Sremian-Shokatzian-Sumadian-Zagorian-Slavonian-

-Semberian-Rashkian-Likian-Herzegovinian-Korushkian-Belgradian-

-Zagrebian-Ljubljanian-Sarajevian-Skopian-Podgorician-

-Novosadian-Pristinian-Mostarian-Uzician-Cacian-

-Lucanian-Subotician-Vrsacian-Kikindian-Somborian-

Curugian-Taroshian-Podbarian language

in the language of one and only language

in fucker’s singer’s language

in language that enjoys in itself

with lips of anyone who love-kisses the language

with body of conscience. soul of consciousness. spirit of loyalty

to the language that changes from area to area and sings the areas

then when in hundred years I would see enough of those kind of shows

then I would switch to the programme that would broadcast

all languages and dialects of the whole world

if I would in next ten or so thousand years see enough of those kind of

shows then I would start with shows about the language of stones

which are roaming through the Universe...

then about violets

robins

horses

fuck

now I’m here

the only He-Nobody to the holly She-Nobody

freedom loves to sit on the dick of justice

get well soon and repay your debts to me

ask me to tell You some day about uncle Nikica and Larry the legionnaire

dress me up in a rose

hit the road and road me

bud-woman

eyes full of tears

heart filled with joy

mind with togetherness

feet with love-kissing

fuck what a joy

huge differences are doing the same

unsurpassable differences are making the same

three ten year old boys are snowballing

I’m throwing a snowball to one of them

he thinks I’m aiming at him

no – he screams

catch it – I’m screaming

he catches it

what a snowball – he says

by paraphrasing Gadamer’s thought that if we wish to know what is happening today

we should read books from two thousand years ago I can say that the experience

of the moment is needed to open up for the eternity of arch-beginning

I love more and more

actually You

arch-moment

wholeness

moment is a husband of the wholeness

wholeness is a wife of the moment

fucking true

do you know that I never dared to bring a human being into the world

said Lou Andreas Salome. but she dared to say that and bring that experience

into the world

I really don’t need to say anything else but what I already wrote

rock it baby rock it

mountains are concatenated

mountains are growing to their tops

tops belong to mountains but they share experience with tops of other mountains

fucking fucking

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w  h  o  l  e  l  o  h  w

l

o

h

w

pictures of numbers are counting pictures

innocent pussies are kissing dicks

serious humour love-kisses the humour of seriousness

that is just You and me

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tears full of love

I am 6264^th person to see this video – join us

tomorrow I’ll go and see this video again to see if the number of views has increased

I’ll be doing that till the end of this week

little brotherhood of Andre Williams

the brotherhood of one and only that consists of the one and only

I’ve heard about Andre Williams for the first time after the concert on this video

Gaga Udovicic who was in his company that night was telling me

it’s fucking good

velvety

life for life

without residue

to the last breath

multi-layered fuck-wording

particles particles

little-one

waves waves waves

bud-girl

everyone needs love

I’m pouring love to all beings

small number of viewings is better than great number

the best is the one viewer

unknown

loyal

constantly present

earring

in

my

ear

you

shine

with

godly

love

god

godly

nothing

more

fuckable

and

loyal

every day

hey

every

day

I’m circling around Your waist

Miroslav Mandic name is tattooed on Your beautiful thigh

not yet but it will be

pain in my heel don’t worry – we are one friendship

sisterhood of yet nonexistent little brotherhoods

little brotherhoods are spreading the love to all beings

little brotherhoods of beloved sisters

morning

let’s go

all of this is my house

Andre Williams

child doesn’t die

child constantly walks the streets of Universe

child lives within the honest and brave ones

child just wants to be

loved and to love

some flowers are always somewhere

I’m not stopping

I’m on the lake

cold wind is blowing

I’m thinking of the life of Andre Williams

of all those moments when he was alone and nobody saw him

I’m guarding life with life

I’m touching life with life

I’m warming up the batteries with my palms so that they wouldn’t fail in coldness

wind is carrying fine snow

wind is picking up

there is more and more snow and there is more and more joy

I’m with the wind in the wind

gone

the

wind

in

these

words

is

always

here

sleet is caressing my eyes

wind in the branches is calming down my brain

with

mind

forehead

heel

with richness of attitudes

with sovereignty of the name

everyone is unrepeatable in the repetition of the same

I enjoy in and I trust every word of Yours even though we speak different languages

too hard and too beautiful before the word for too beautiful and too good after the word

self-bordering

mother fucker

awareness of self-bordering is surrendering to the conscience of infinity

today I’m 6279^th viewer of the Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

humour is all that it is

the snow that is falling

the smoke from the exhaust pipe

me who is crossing the street and writing about humour

fine snowflakes are bouncing of the asphalt like fried popcorns

humour is agreement and not opposition and defence

humour is love for love

humour is cooing and not disdaining and mockery

from the lake where it’s slightly snowing I love-kiss You my Bra 

humour is a snowflake that has dispersed over the mobile phone while I was writing the message

humour is the cat that is hanging and cuddling around my legs

while I’m writing humour kisses humour on the white paper

I wanted to write love love love on the white paper

to put it on the snow and take a photo of it and afterwards

to write humour underneath the photo on the site. but the cat and

humour have made me write humour kisses humour so that there are traces

of the cat on the snow and her paws and underneath the photo to be written love

humour in action

snowflakes are bigger and bigger

as if sky full of stars snowflakes are falling across my face

wherever I look everything is full of snowflakes

everything looks like white picture for number 1 and two

gray pictures for number 2 that I will finish these days

this is not snowing this is God’s beauty

this is not God’s beauty this is snowing

I’m grateful because I’m present at this snowflake-falling

snowflaky humour in its sparkle and whiteness

I’m thinking of Mita Stankovic and his little café in Podbara

humour is relationship

relationship is admiring

humour is admiring

with admiring and humour

I’m alone because for me relationship is admiring and there’s not even trace of admiring

constant love through admiring and constant admiring through love

solemnity

into each other’s embrace

with a lot of joy

immortality without compromise

immortal uncompromisingness of humour

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snowflakes buds

today I am  6286^th viewer of the Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

last night my head and eyes started hurting from drawing

one out of two pictures for number 2

little circles are tiny. gray. sometimes almost invisible

light in the Nest isn’t so good

the posture in which I’m drawing isn’t good either

I shouldn’t be drawing for too long

I’m watching the white trunks of birch tree so that they rest my eyes

next three pictures for number 3 are going to be black

only four blue pictures for number 4 will be resting my eyes I hope

one belongs to all beings

Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams means a lot to me

I thought of making Little Sisterhood of Rabia

I thought of a lot of other things

this morning I was rejoiced because of Nenad Baturan’s birthday

I love Nenad Baturan

I haven’t seen him for a long time

I love all people that I used to love

I love them even more

I will love them more and more

although a lot of them I won’t even see any more

I love to talk about Nenad Baturan

if somebody knows Nenad please tell him that

I’m inviting him for coffee or beans or both even better

I’m inviting everyone for coffee or beans or both even better

for walking even more

agreeing for sure

admiring

love-kissing

Andre Williams is seventy five years old

Nenad and Andre

gushing of love

pouring of loyalty

I’m alone in order to love-kiss constantly

come to love-kiss each other constantly and to love-kiss constantly

come to love-kiss constantly and to love-kiss each other constantly

today I am 6298^th viewer of the Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

I’m looking at the dust on the edges of my working desk

I don’t feel like going right now

I’m reading Rilke

If somebody knows You tell him to tell You that I invited You to come

I’m going

the fog on the lake was unbelievably beautiful

I was thinking of books that I would like to write

about the encounters that would occur on my invitation

I’m inviting you for bread and wine

... I miss You. conversation as well. wine... but it’s not happening

the day before yesterday while walking I imagined our encounter next week

and it was so beautiful that I gave up on suggesting it to You so that no fact of life

would jeopardise it which would then hurt very much. the sooner the better...

I just sent the e-mail to a dear person that I haven’t seen for a long time

I’m eager to see You but it’s not happening

I accept and I rejoice

nevertheless the sooner the better

right away

whenever

I rejoiced when I remembered Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

today I am 6303^rd viewer of Little Brotherhood of Andre Williams

there is no fucking around with fucking around

you either want or you don’t

bloodstream of all beings is within one and only being

that’s what this Saturday is about as well

profusion of cosmic dust

unannounced presence

plainness of wonderful

wonderful beings of indescribable

meandering writing

when I start speaking my tongue gets tangled up from long silence

today I heard from Vera for the first time

braver

braver braver braver

braver

towards the embrace of unimportant

of the beginning

with beginning

of the only one

of the first

of the first

of the only one

of creating love

one and only

of love-kissing love

with love

today I’m the 1^st something to the Tiny Nonexistent Sisterhood and Brotherhood of All Beings

beetroot and white radish are smelling

when I came back from the walking I grated the beetroot and white radish

beetroot and white radish – glory to your names

we are waiting for you just you write those blessings of yours –

beetroot and white radish are telling me

we are also enjoying the music you are listening to –

beetroot and white radish are carrying on

thank you white radish – I say to the white radish

thank you beetroot – I say to the beetroot

roots of surrendering

beings live for beings

beings sing beings

I

am

beetroot

and

poem

of

beetroot

I

am

white

radish

and

poem

of

white

radish

I will add hot tomato ketchup to the beetroot and white radish

everything is so important

important is unimportant

unimportant is divine

loyal to beetroot

loyal to white radishes

sublimity of roots is in the depth of sacrifice

sublimity of fruits is in height of surrendering

plain sublime

beetroot – rose of roots

white radish –white daffodil of roots

I’m enjoying the bloody red colour of beetroot

I’m enjoying the sharp smell of white radish

it must be horrible death when one is dying of hunger

it’s unbearable to live in the world in which a lot of people are dying of hunger

I

sing

in

glory

of

all

those

who

are

dying

of

hunger

who gives his or her mouthful to somebody else is conceived with immortality

third condition of conscience

third condition of all-fucking

third condition of love among all beings

third condition in which all beings are living and giving birth to each other

come

beetroot and white radish are screaming

17:17 (5:17 pm)

seventeen past seventeen help me sing even more plain and simple

I just saw how much money I have and I got scared

I’m in danger

in Days of My Life 8^th March is The Day of the Decision About Walking

twenty eight years ago – 1983 – I decided I will walk

last year twenty seven years after that decision

a poem Twenty Seven Years happened

Twenty Seven Years

in Satie’s room nobody entered for 27 years

1898-1925

Walser spent 27 years in sanatorium

1929-1956

Mandela was in jail for 27 years

1962-1989

Miroslav Mandic has made a decision about the art of walking 27 years ago

1983-2010

27 years are 36 births

36 times 9 months

glory

and

beauty

is

yours

dear

god

before the walking I got unexpected visit from Marinko Sudac who I saw for the second

time after five years and Branko Franceschi who I saw for the first time today

after few days of silence I always rejoice somebody

when somebody is interested in me I get really excited

I get sad even more because nobody is interested for the wholeness of my work

the fact that I’m refusing to take part in parts leads me to danger

I asked them not to talk about the exhibition which they are inviting me to take part in

I told them that this refusal of mine is leading me into danger

towards the dangerous

towards salvation

I gave Pocket Collection Sudac to Marinko Sudac

Marinko kissed the word love on my right temple

Marinko kissed the picture of Universe on my left temple

Marinko kissed the word bud on the left side of my neck

Marinko kissed word God on the right side of my neck

I repeated to them that I want everything and that I don’t want what is not everything

Marinko gave me hundred Euros in his and Branko’s name. that

rejoiced me because I saw these days that I’m lacking a lot of things

and I thought that I will buy them after the walking. toothpaste. pasta

rice. vinegar. teas. tea for prostate. pen sharpeners. soap. scotch tape. oil

pepper. foils. metal grid for the sink since the plastic one is not good

excited after the encounter I went for walking. I decided to first buy the

tape for the Blue Film and photocopy my basic flyer in the store in which

I’m buying the tapes for few months now with a girl to which I would love

to say that she is beautiful but I’m not saying it so as not to frighten her

I bought the tape and again got excited by that unknown girl

I picked up the photocopied flyers on my way back

from the girl who is working in the second shift

I went to Marijana and Sun to tell them what I told them

God

while I was walking I was thinking of two ideas that I will

suggest to Branko Franceschi if he calls me

if somebody knows Branko Franceschi let him know that

on my way back I saw first lizards this year

I didn’t buy anything because I was in a hurry to write today’s blessings

I only picked up one small apple from the ground of the fruit market

fifty minutes ago I got scared because I saw I have really little money

danger thank You – I hug You. salvation I beg You – I love-kiss You

only when I meet somebody I realise that I went really far

excuse me but I don’t see myself amongst you

scary

fulfilling

creative

singing

through creating the work the work creates me

I belong to all beings

it was beautiful on the lake

sunny and a bit cold

after yesterdays spoken words today was no words

we were silent

worry about the money is tiring me but it also encourages my creativity

towards the end of the walking I felt carefree

it’s important that I work and create every day

even though I don’t work or create for money I believe

that what I do and create will produce money

it’s important that I’m not afraid

and

just

to

go

on

and

that’s

how

there

is

no

end

eternal returning is happening exactly because that is no going back

straight line circles

in

these

words

as

well

is

the

money

for

all

beings

through creating every day new money – blue money

bud money I’m healing and renewing existing money

hey goodness

hey beauty

good writing writes goodness

beautiful writing writes beauty

happy

poem

god

I

god I you I god

I

god

countless number of ways of one and only way

bee

bee to bees

bees to the bee

honey

fascinating calmness

welcome my new pedometer

Vera sent me a new pedometer

first lettuce this year

after fifteen kilometres of walking I feel tiredness in my legs

I took a shower. I washed my hair. I’m like a child

my eyes are shutting

my skin is tender

I’m caressing with thoughts my Achilles’ tendons and heels

these days I will make a rough list of my immaterial art

two thirds of the Bud of My Art are immaterial works

immaterial works are the more expensive then the material ones

free works are the most expensive

I rejoice agreeing as well as

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o

h  a  r  m  o n  i   s   i  n  g

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s

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g

Vera thank You for pedometer – and – for everything else I thank You

thanking is so exciting – so sexy innocent and loyal

thanking is conversation with sun

me to You God You to me God

God

g

g  o  d

d

sunshine in the heels

embrace my thighs with thighs

nurse with freedom and courage

beggars give me strength and love

the smell of see don’t forget me

poem is a little sister to the humour

humour is a little brother to the art

art is a baby to the walking

sun’s prayer to all beings

I love to obey the dice

it just told me not to write something I wanted to

thighs are resting thighs

horses

man stop killing animals – man stop producing weapons

who

horses

pedometer works like a clock

I’m rejoicing it

today is the first spring-like day

I had my hair cut

I write God – if we agree – You answer God

hands are very important in writing

hands love to write with heart and mind

heart and mind love when hands are writing them

Bud – my good computer – loves my body

the body of love buds in all direction

with sun over the pieces of glass

what can I do when I have such long arms – said an older gentleman at the hairdresser’s

yesterday while walking to pick up the pedometer I started

the concept for addressing unknown people

today while walking I finished it up

I will need another month or two in order to encompass it

with Yours and Sun’s help

I love working while walking

everything around me is at my service

at least I hope

I believe even more

with love of course with love

it’s beautiful when I don’t finish a thought

but I just begin it and hand it over

soon the nettles will start

the proliferation

white buds

smells of fruit

immortality is knocking on the doors

on the knees of freedom

I believe you my words

loyal

I

love-kiss

you

sung

word

burek lunch

burek

fellow

price of food has gone up a lot

that is so sad

it’s been said that the price of bread will go up as well

ouch

hey

it’s really scary

although

joy and health of heart is within being compassionate with the poor ones

I saw by chance on the lake Franjo Mihalic

famous marathon man. ninety years old. I stopped and

watched him. I couldn’t resist approaching him and saying hello

long live – I told him

when I undertake something I’m considered uncultured

when I create something beautiful I’m proclaimed an amateur

when I live simply people say I’m a weirdo

when I speak of innocence people think I’m debauched

when I speak of all beings people claim I’m with no feelings

when I want to give money to somebody people suspect I’m a sectarian

when I’m writing down a thought or a poem people are afraid of me

because they think I’m a controller

when I say some truths they are sure I’m crazy

when I sing heatedly they are cooling me off because I’m not cool

days go by. same ones. from the beginning of time

I bought bigger pot and replanted houseleek

cactus and houseleek mean a lot to me

I was making the list of my immaterial art works while walking

I began with the break with art in 1971

I realised that it is forty years since that break with art film and studying

it was crazy brave and tremendously dangerous

salvific – divine – God’s – the bud of white rose

I’m not sure when exactly I come to that decision

it was piling up and building up those days in spring fire of the twenty one year old man

in glory of those spring days I announce 12^th March as

The Day of Breaking With Art – the Day of Spring Art – of the Art Itself

thirty two years afterwards on 12^th March 2003 Zoran Djindjic was killed

today I know that it was a break with existing art

not agreeing with career in art in the world full of tears and sufferings

I admire that young man

I adore every young woman of a man who are doing the same thing in these moments

a sip to a thirsty woman

a bite to all hungry ones

next Monday begins the birth of the book I am You are I

don’t plunder the ball from me play with it

don’t teach me just surrender to me

spiritual knowledge liberates man from the physical

wandering and slavery of the soul but it deprives them of God

my legs are hurting after the walking but it looks to me

that it will be easy to write the blessings

I bought the book Adventures of Huckleberry Finn on the street

I started reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer on Saturday

I really yearn for autobiographies

the dice just told me not to write about this morning’s joy

one of the things in youth that was taking away a lot of my strength is that I didn’t

save thoughts in my heart but I would say them because of the joy

or to make myself look important

heart of joy is within open heart

in first drops of rain

with the photo of first drops of rain I made the eternal Monument of Love for Etela Merk

Etela was doing tremendously important job and I’d love that to be known

on the Rose of Wandering I made five Monuments to the Anonymous Forces of Love

The Monument of Love to Etela Merk is the first monument

of love that I made celebrating somebody’s name

I would love to read the autobiography of every being

intergalactic community and intergalactic law are enabling me

to greet every just born being with the Bud of All Beings

books in the backpack and on the walking

healing through loyalty

if you have some autobiography bring it to me

around fifty autobiographies that I have read I gave to

Violeta Jovanovic. anyone who wants to read them can borrow them from Violeta

the threat of nuclear horrors

good grandmas are guarding the world from nuclear horrors

I’m suggesting to Jelena Besir that we see each other soon in

an early morning and go through brandies and pubs just like all those

who with their horrors guard this world preventing it from ending up in horror

I suggested this today to Jelena as a game and now I’m inviting her to really do it under the title Kijara

this writing is not going as easy but I enjoy more and more

and I feel more and more like a swan

I saw how big geese are taking off from the London canal

I just heard the sound of their wings that were flying over the canal and sky

the wings of beauty

wings towards the embrace of freedom

second lettuce this year

Japan

I remember how in 1986 twenty five years ago

I enjoyed the lettuce and then Chernobyl happened

I

Ja

pan

pan

bud

pan-love

for days now I’m writing blessings after the walking

while walking I think of and work on some other things

I hear Amy Winehouse across the lake

a moment ago I was measuring the length of my step

I was marking meters with little stones and counting steps

the average is seventy centimetres

yesterday I was walking for the first time in Crocs Shoes

today I’m also in them but my soles keep on hurting me

two-tree hundred meters to the Nest

I’m tired. my feet are sore. my voice is hoarse

unlike yesterday I don’t feel the blessings that are waiting for me at the desk

but I will write them and then everything will be good

I slowed down in order to regain strength

sometimes there is no water in the well so one has to wait for the water to collect again

when I entered the Nest I was rejoiced by the new white

drawing paper I put over the desk before the walking and I ruled it in

such way that I can write on it all 366 poems from the future book I am You are I

sing me poem

dance me dance

walk me walking

new drawing paper on the desk is my twelfth Table Painting

they are horribly beautiful and good those Table Paintings

that are becoming on their own

I just underlined the frame for 366 poems with red pencil

love

I

love I pan I love

I

love

think me thought

love-kiss me love

God keep on making me godly

I’m looking at the ruled drawing paper in front of me and I’m crying

I am an elephant

a trunk

beauty of each nose

touch me touching

caress me caressing

marry me Goddess

sole-step me soles

bud buds

during the Rose of Wandering I was covering one kilometre with 1315 steps in 12 minutes

during the Bud of Walking I’m covering kilometre with 1429 steps in 13.06 minutes

and what now

as always just moving on

but only slowly

without any visions but just the beauty of the existence

I’m watching both the houseleek and the cactus on my desk

and I wonder if they like the music I’m listening to

I’ll put them on the balcony where four houseleeks are already placed

I moved them – they’ll be better off in the light

care for other being refines life

I love to care about words

about pictures

paths

immortality

about every being and all beings

b

o

g

b   o   g   u   g   o   b

g

o

b

(meaning: “to God”, prim. prev.)

b

o

g

b   o   g   o   g   o   b

g

o

b

(meaning: “God-Goddess”, prim. prev.)

tears

are

running

down

my cheeks

I see

them

sparkling

they

caress me

and

guard me

I’m thinking of all beings that have perished

and the ones that have been radiated in Japan

man can be helped only by other beings and actually

by the ones that he constantly and ruthlessly destroys

the cherries will flourish in Japan

they will be budding through buds

bowing

I’m running around

not to forget

for my soles heels and Achilles’ tendons health

I took little notebook with me to practise it because in four days I will be

writing in it every day one out of 366 poems of the book I am You are I

wind is blowing. it’s beginning to rain. I’m poorly dressed

I stopped under the eaves

wind is rushing over the grass

it’s raining under the forty five degrees angle

rainy cloud is gone

whole world got scared of the new nuclear catastrophe

warnings have been in vain

those who are warning are always being ridiculed silenced prohibited and killed

Basho I love-kiss You

states always question their nuclear programmes after disasters

this morning I noticed the hole in the back pocket of my pants where I keep my keys

I moved them into the front left pocket until I patch it tonight

isn’t it so Matsuo

I feel more and more how deprived I am not knowing old

languages. Sanskrit. Chinese. Japanese. Hebrew. Greek. Latin...

but I feel even more that I am free of their past and present powers

I feel more and more how humiliated I am for not speaking

English language but I know more and more so that it’s very good

I don’t speak it because I’m not sharing with it its present power and limitations

I feel more and more that it’s a pity I don’t speak more languages but

I also feel how it helps me to love-kiss all languages that existed

those that exist now and the ones that will exist in future

I feel more and more that it would be good if I’d known well

Serbian language in which I write and sing but I also feel more and more

that it is much better that I’m writing and singing in Miroslav Mandic language

I feel more and more how human language is

magnificent but how the language of all beings is divine

one is the language

well that’s what I’ve been telling you all along man

the language that keeps the memory of this run over rain-worm in Kirovljeva street

I feel more and more how unfavourable is to be born and to live in a small country but

I also know more and more so that it helped me feeling whole planet Earth as my garden

I feel more and more how great limitation is to live on planet

Earth but actually that helped me feeling whole Universe in my body

it helped that Universe is in every step of mine

that all beings live in every cell of mine

that I guard the one for everybody

last night I started drawing seventh picture

first out of four blue pictures in glory of number 4

this moment I’m beginning to take out dates of birth of

those I admire and I love and who will make the Days of My Life

wow how exciting it was

we are all Japan – from the certainty of common horror

even more certain is the uncertainty of common resurrection

we are all Panja – Panja in jargon-Serbian means Japan but also All-I

I I I I I I I Japan Panja I I I I I I I

(“I” in Serbian is “ja”, so in this would be: “ja ja ja ja ja ja ja Japan Panja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja”, prim. prev.)