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I’M WITH YOU EVERY MOMENT
and you’re walking barefoot said to me on Saturday afternoon little girl who was sitting on the bench and licking ice cream I’m crying I’m reading texts about Amy Winehouse on Monday afternoon it was all in vain joy – sometimes in vain is the only that is not in vain – my vainly joy spring in the chest summer in the spine autumn in the eyes winter in hands and feet smoke will I love-kiss You my Amy from today my love for Amy is open forever I’m singing only under the Miroslav Mandic Sameness God gave us male and female sex to love-kiss each other and not to dominate with given sex over the other sex suicide – don’t even try to understand this blessing I’ll go and cross over there an old peasant woman is saying aloud while we are bypassing each other I’ll cook peas for the first time in my life peas. one potato. one onion. oil. spices. afterwards I’ll also put a bit of flour… the smell of peas is spreading through the Nest I’m thinking of my wife – little girl that told me and you’re walking barefoot Hank Williams is singing – Amy you’re kissing me walking is redemption art transformation singing resurrection I live in vain – that’s eternity heart in heart mind in mind life of life I vow to You my love – You constantly love-kiss every beings jenny and donkey cow and ox doe and buck mare and horse it’s cooling I licked it it’s really good those first cooked peas welcome the day of tomorrow
33 BLESSINGS ABOUT VIRTUAL BEGGARY
33 years have passed since in 1978 I became aware and begun to work on what I then called Fictive Economy. my buddy Economy today I celebrate all those years and people who were giving no matter when and to whoever I celebrate all those who were receiving sometimes I write in my books about all of that and about the ways in which I have survived and worked all these years because it’s the very heart of poetry money clearly tells who You are that’s why I’m begging I wrote about it the most in Gerda, Thank You for Your Tenderness Gerda, Thank You for Your Tenderness together with today’s blessings will be a part of the Book About Blue Money that I will start writing on the first day of summer next year few days ago when I was going through the folder with Gerda I reminded myself of these two things because of You, because of me, because of the Planet, I want to be, it’s necessary that I’m independent. therefore I beg You to help me sing about Your understanding and help in my independency one of the last if not the last Letter to a Symbolic Father from 23rd March 2001 to create eternal son. to create daughter of eternity to create love so that love could live love Letters to Alive Son for Money and Alive Daughter for Care and Help in Work 12th May 2001 and here is the Beggar’s Charter which gave me the strength in the beginning of the Rose of Wandering beggar’s charter the honesty of beggary breaks my heart – arthur rimbaud I am a beggar and I beg You to give me so that I can keep on begging and pleading beggary is art of receiving and giving. like art, beggary is a God given gift. I have always wanted to beg, but I could never pluck up courage and I was scared, because begging is a depth, a maelstrom of the bottom. I am begging because begging is a work within the economy of conscience. a bud. a work for gift. I am begging in order to awaken the female part inside my soul – the eternal female – in the hand which chooses not, which evaluates not, but opens itself with trust towards the unknown. I am begging to fight my pride and fear of life. I am begging to be free, depending on the other. I am begging to say thank you but three months ago I saw that I’m in danger and I decided to do what I’m beginning today I need 500 euros a month. 250 rent for the Nest 100 utilities. 100 for surviving. 50 to give to somebody it makes 500 and at the moment I’m getting 380. I’m 120 euros short I pulled through last ten months because I was spending savings for printing of Miroslav Mandic book in order to have money and so as others would have it I’m beginning through virtual beggary I’m afraid. I’m ashamed. but there is no other way 33 blessings of mine help me say everything I wish to say to the unknown person which I’m addressing. no matter if I know that person or not. I’ve experienced through life that often I don’t know the ones who are closest to me and that the ones I don’t know are the ones who are the closest three months ago I began working on this electronic letter since I am an alien on this Earth and since I feel that I don’t have the right to live this is my way of getting the money I believe in Your money alive money miroslavmandic.name website and this electronic letter is my I-public miroslav mandic little-family miroslav mandic little-fatherland miroslav mandic little-kindergarten miroslav mandic little-corner miroslav mandic little-path miroslav mandic little-meadow miroslav mandic little-street miroslav mandic little-nest miroslav mandic little-resurrection miroslav mandic little-joy miroslav mandic little-playground miroslav mandic little-notebook miroslav mandic beautiful writing miroslav mandic little-library miroslav mandic little-book miroslav mandic little-radio miroslav mandic little-death miroslav mandic little-store miroslav mandic little-jetty miroslav mandic little-park miroslav mandic little-remote-corner miroslav mandic little-cinema miroslav mandic little-gallery miroslav mandic little-garden miroslav mandic little-road miroslav mandic little-avatar miroslav mandic little-rose miroslav mandic little-planet miroslav mandic little-cosmos miroslav mandic little-god miroslav mandic little-exhibition miroslav mandic little-archive miroslav mandic little-legacy miroslav mandic little-museum my biggest problem is how to ask directly without betraying poem art and walking – how to transform asking into the art itself the most important thing for me is that everyone who I’m begging experiences joy happiness freedom transformation loyalty love success asking is more innocent than giving it’s important to always repeat that I’m free of charge for all beings but for those who charge for their work I’m more expensive than the most expensive I hope that this sudden-unexpected-benevolent e-mail will encourage You to support and help me with a small amount of money that will help me to live walk create sing and finish my work I freely ask only when I’m happy because I transmit freedom and happiness onto You and all beings I beg You to give me so that everybody would have enough I beg You to give me so that I have enough in all days of my life I beg You to give me so that birds would sing even more joyous and rebels would be even braver I beg You to give me so that everything could always and forever depend only on You I beg You to give me so that I can celebrate Miroslav Mandic who celebrates each particle and each vibration I beg You to give me so that I can celebrate Miroslav Mandic until You appear and begin celebrating him into the eternity of all beings unpleasantness which I feel in this stripping I will try to transform into the sex with addresses which I will be searching on the internet in following year I will send nine times 33 electronic letters mainly to the unknown people and I’ll make from it A Vow to the Meadow of Wild Flowers 19.16 summer has begun I’m sending the first letter to the person who gave me the most money in my life and who has been giving me money for the longest period of time and is still giving me thank You VVV – deep gratitude to all of those who were giving me money in my life
SECOND DAY OF SUMMER
I am god with peace in my heart I beg for your love today’s poem from the book I am You are I summer from last night days are getting shorter from last night for me nothing is the same sameness is even more same I have immersed myself into the celestial depths arch-peace labia on the lips after last night’s first electronic letter with which my virtual beggary has begun I have surrendered myself with even more determination to goodness and beauty that’s plainest holy beggary that will help me survive and create till the end of my life so that in it’s very end I would sing one and only poem of eternity the poem of love through which all beings love-kiss God the most important is constant tranquillity within enthusiasms enduring the freedom unspoken through spoken hugging with kisses kisses of creation through creating angelic loyalty creating any given grain of sand in anyone’s shyness I swam in the lake – gratitude and blessedness I’m walking through the woods – tranquillity and peace I’m enjoying the butterflies that are flying around me nettles are higher than me I’m immersing my sight within the green tree tops through which the blueness of the sky goes through why is the sky blue why are the trees green why are little forest strawberries red from all around the forest birds are singing just because just because just because today I sent the Second Electronic Letter of Virtual Beggary five years ago on this day I have moved to Belgrade I am a stranger under this sky within the hearts of the blessed ones constantly in group sex with goodness and modesty gigolo to everything unnoticed whore to every rejectedness wife and husband to those who are alone
VO
today I will write and sent Third Electronic Letter of Virtual Beggary it will have my third vow a vow to the vow a vow is an arrow reverse arrow God’s arrow into the heart of God immortality I’m disgusted with design and marketing I’m disgusted with all the subauditionings of this or other world freedom of not-having is much bigger that the passion for having I still can’t find my way within this new life with virtual beggary I hope I will have enough time and strength I believe that vows will help me they will lead me I vow to the humour that bows to sublimity I vow to the sublimity that rejoices mild humour I vow to the drops of water while entering the water I vow to anyone who sets him or herself free from their superiority I vow to the rose of one and only blood I vow to the patient words and patience for words I vow to the everyday stretching I vow by renewing and regenerating all former vows I vow to the freedom through freedom I vow with my hands crossed at the back of my head while watching these words I vow – vowing is a lullaby of self-cognition I’ve sent the Third Electronic Letter of Virtual Beggary it’s close to noon and I still haven’t drawn 64 Buds or Blue Rose slowly patiently wisdom of ancient Greece lives within demonstrations of contemporary Greece ouch me too hey so that you know
WELCOME TO THE SUMMER DOWNPOUR
I hope I will have a swim today also even though they say that the temperature is going to drop and that there will be a storm I love swimming and I also love downpours summer downpours I’m sorry that philosophy doesn’t speak about summer downpours and I’m also sorry that summer downpours aren’t talked about as of philosophy I know at least one person who would love that apricots fell into the grass pouring over the river waves gone wild no imagination is more exciting than a downpour everything that is is also the most imaginative plainness is the most imaginative streams of water are flowing through the vineyards green walnuts are falling down one can’t even run across the street from the downpour and a lot of water after the downpour children are trampling through the warm puddles I know at least few of them who are straightening their back in order to appeal to the summer downpours it’s better to live with time that is gone wild than with wilderness within oneself sun is stronger and stronger and it’s warmer and warmer and it doesn’t seem at all that it’s going to be as they say it is going to be today in my dream I decided to say to Marijana that instead of massaging me she should massage all beings every day through massaging one stone all beings will be better and I will feel as if I am massaged every day all beings are pouring sweet ripe fruit Ben Webster and Coleman Hawkins are always good they say that it will be cooler for the weekend and that from Tuesday it will be hot again it’s very hot now and from Tuesday it will be hot again it’s nice even in language and let alone in nature that cooling down and warming up I will be in the water in one hour they banned swimming across the lake I just plunge myself in the middle of the lake relax surrender I can’t get enough pleasantness is pouring
MIRIS MIROM SMELL THROUGH PEACE
good afternoon – an unknown man greeted me good afternoon – I shouted back to him with joy a sales woman before leaving to work is sitting on the bench in the park and skims through the newspaper before writing today’s 33 blessings Miroslav Mandic is writing this 66789th blessing it’s not so strange that Dante Gabriel Rossetti is elevating Blake who represents unusual unity of visionary spirit and unoriginal artist last few days I’ve been spending time with this Guillermo de Torre’s sentence you allow to be eradicated abolished, extinct? allow to become nothingness to sink into oblivion without that, you will never change! from last night this as well by D. H. Lawrence ask me sometimes about my son Andrew ask me sometimes about any of my sons and daughters particles sons vibrations daughters ask me about Indjija I should buy ink. a rug for relaxing on the floor. large towel. sandals. crocs shoes. shorts. summer shirts I’m wearing t-shirts but I love wearing shirts because they have pockets pockets are important to me because of my work I should buy all of that but it will be good even if I don’t the sentence and the epitaph that I quoted are much more important to me I cooked first green beans in my life a woman who was selling green beans taught me how to cook green beans I thought of the body of night I felt the beauty of thought last night’s downpour has refreshed present day everything shines in the space – light is clear it’s nice to wear white clothes if it wasn’t hard for maintenance I would be completely in white it’s all the same what I’m wearing it’s important that You feel Your navel while I’m writing about Your navel bud through navel (in Serbian both words have the same root: pupi pupoljkom, t.n.) through navel bud navel of all beings is the bud of all beings birth through creation out of every word of mine You can be born through every word of mine You can give birth kissing surrendering – surrendering giving birth peace smells with peace
JACKSON POLLOCK OF THOUGHTS AND STEPS
I’ve been in Indjija yesterday to meet up with Vera in Indjija sutra we talked our conversation lasts for twenty eight years and when I turned towards N.S. there was still a sunset in the sky Vera sent me a text message it was wonderful sitting on the platform of the empty bust station on Sunday evening in Indjija Sunday was sinking into its calmness there was nobody around but the whole world was in Indjija Indjija of the invisible immortality that permeates all beings Tomislava Sekulic contacted me yesterday she made me happy leaves are moved by the wind begging protect me I realised how to get internet addresses of people who I will be sending electronic letters of virtual beggary I should let myself into the ocean of internet and find in it the way to swim it across like Yves Klein like anybody like a heart that swims in the chest of life protect me from cowardice caress me within chills and pleasantness road somebody sky circular horizon indefiniteness eludes beings are pouring all beings are one and only being every little being is all beings I I I I I I I I I I I I kiss into the spine I’m walking through the landscapes of Your sorrows and miseries I’m leaving traces of joy after me they are vibrating
TRUTH
I’m reading John Cage’s biography. it makes me happy that Cage was reading Gertrude Stein in his youth
I find it pleasant to mention those who I love
it’s pleasant to walk barefoot
I was walking barefoot yesterday but I twice stepped on a piece of wood and little stone with painful bit on my heel
I’m not in a good mood this morning
but what can you do
last night I bought blue rug for the floor on which I’m relaxing and exercising a bit
I’m doing abs. I lift up into the bridge posture. I straighten up into the shoulder stand
while exercising I always remember Ksenija’s grandma who was exercising being ninety
truth
Sun will come soon to teach me how to write over the photos
I’d love to finish the blessings and send them to Violeta and Ivana before Sun comes
I love bodies of words
sounds of words
sound of the word thus
sound of the word there
sometimes I write just because of the beauty
of the word which is shown in front of my eyes
a word
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of a poem
excites me
more
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excitement
but rather
showing it
LEGS INTO THE SHOULDER STAND
it’s raining it went dark it seems like autumn rain is pattering against the gutter asphalt shimmers I was on the balcony watching down the street drops of rain are trembling on the electrical wires smells freshness I’m going back to the room it’s close to noon I’m working from the morning and I still can’t lift my head up patiently Miroslav don’t give up Violeta I’m always on Your side exposure is curative I’m thinking of the path on which there is nobody I’m coming to You path I’m coming through words I’m walking through words I’m a path to myself I’m love to the path even if nothing happens in next eleven blessings it will be good darling snail on the skin tongue throat wells of health immortality don’t give up Miroslav patiently Violeta I’m on Your side forever it’s important that I relax on the floor today before the walking to sink and evaporate I lift my legs into the shoulder stand
6000 KILOMETRES OF THE BUD OF WALKING
today on the 6,25th kilometre it will be 6000 kilometres that I walked within the Bud of Walking I’ve walked a bit over the one seventh of the path pathlessness love circumference of the planet Earth’s heart while I’m walking Earth is spinning underneath my feet each step is really the most important like inhale and exhale I walk through Your body I expose myself to Your soul I sing to Your mind I surrender to Your will Miroslav it’s my pleasure to inform you that I’ve started to do massage. relax and anti-cellulite. in the SC Vracar. every day from 10 am to 2 pm and Sunday from 11 am to 7 pm Marijana Mandic sent me an e-mail last night Marijana I wish You as many healthy patients. easiness and joy in Your hands with which You have started to support Your family people are losing jobs some of them get new strength because of that others get lost even more here is a drop of new strength for everybody whoever loses strength they should just give a bit of strength to somebody and they will restore their strength a good and a bad wolf are fighting within a man – says an old Indian to his grandson. who wins – asks the grandson. the one you’re feeding – says the Indian today I’ve sent the tenth electronic letter of virtual beggary I’m struggling a bit but nonetheless I’m enjoying more and more I hope that at one point it will all open up to me like an offing that it will set off like a waterfall never forget that everything I do I do for You as well never forget that I couldn’t do anything if there wasn’t You as well m o d m o d e s t y s t y bells of midday love are ringing I sure do get tired at the desk I sure do want to go outside where is it only coming from that sure June sure did go by
GRAPES OF LOVE
it got colder it’s the same it moves on it’s not moving enough for the beginning Petar just told me that in blessings as well as on every day photos of my face all changes can be seen sometimes you’re ten years older sometimes you’re ten years younger I’m happy about it everything can be seen on the grass as well everything can be seen everything is known just goodness remains few days ago I saw vine in Zarkovo how with a lot of future grapes climbs towards the fifth floor of the building how only good is that vine it’s not shy to give itself away people are too shy to love they are afraid to shine they are hiding behind laughter they are hiding behind irony depression behind superiority knowledge habits world depends on everyone and everyone should know that one woman thrown her two children from the fourth floor and she herself jumped to her death I was shaken by that. in what kind of horror was she. I sympathise with her love-kiss just love-kiss swim across don’t imply midday bells are ringing they ring each noon bells of love are not giving up bells are good love rings at everyone’s door towards all floors grapes of love are climbing
GREAT SUCCESS
when today on the Zamun open market a beautiful Gipsy woman who was selling sponges saw word love on my temple she shouted that it’s great is it really written. I approached her and showed and then she said well-done that’s the best thing I saw and then she lifted her thumb up to give me support and I felt greatest success in my life so far successes of mine future ones present ones eternal successes of every being you are God God’s modesty old nun and her two pairs of knitted socks my face in front of Your face I disappear within You I am a woman which looked at me today she surrendered herself to me in a moment she found myself within me for herself liven me up within her for all beings unknown forever gone beautiful woman in Pozeska street You are taking photos of me now take a photo of me so that all beings can see me so that they see how I love-kiss them take a photo of my love take a photo of the woman in Pozeska street take a photo of the Gipsy woman form Zemun open market make me immortal sing me eternal as well angles as my friend too photo camera in Your hands remind me to finish You a story about fucked up woman who is creating peace in beings also about a man who’s fucked up and sings peace to the Universe radiance p e a c p e a c e c a e p c a e p
72ND TIME 33 DAYS
I’m on the forest path enjoying it meanders it goes up and down it curves behind the trees on certain places it’s mottled with tree roots it’s sunny here and there great old uprooted tree lies next to it like a big whale whenever I’m on the forest path I always wonder how was it formed I feel the people who upkeep it with their walking through the narrower path I joined the wider where fresh horse shit is smelling wider path is like a bed of a precipitated creek I stop and watch the moss on the northern side of the tree it’s silent and regenerating in the woods a little bird saw me and flew away forests are interlaced with forest roads forest is calming me it embraces me it’s happy that I’m in it forest is humming forest is wooding great red butterfly on the rotten trunk yellow butterfly with black spots is here as well it walks over the land. it moves. it constantly lifts up and down its wings it’s nice for butterflies next to the rotten trunk butterflies are marvellously beautiful beauty of fragility this leaf reminded me how I was drawing leaves for ten years forest is calming the brain forest path has taken me down to the foothill I got out of the forest I’m thinking the forest I am the forest
LIVELY HOW
I wanted to write about something but the dice told me not to now I’m free to write about anything about same thing in each thing Bach’s music that I’m listening to is calming me twelfth electronic letter of virtual beggary that I sent clams me as well like with each step I’m moving forward also with each blessing I’m coming closer there is no end to moving forward and there is no end to coming closer labia yearns for lips in vain yearns for in vain somebody somewhere for somebody somewhere all parts of Universe are interlaced in each particle dust is collecting on my desk f r a f r a g i l e i l e I hug You throat I’m sleepy but I should get going I’ll snooze while walking I should improve my the breathing how to receive soil and give back to soil how to receive water and give back to water how to receive air and give back to air how to receive light and give back to light how to constantly be lively how how to receive from soil and forward it to water how to receive from water and forward it to air how to receive from air and forward it to light how to receive from light and forward it to soil to love-kiss and just to love-kiss how receive death and transform it into immortality to love-kiss and just to love-kiss walk me love-kiss me sing me
THIS IS A POEM
this is a poem for third millennium this is a poem for forth millennium this is a poem for fifth millennium this is a poem for sixth millennium this is a poem for seventh millennium this is a poem for eighth millennium this is a poem for ninth millennium this is a poem for tenth millennium this is a poem for eleventh millennium this is a poem for twelfth millennium this is a poem for thirteenth millennium this is a poem for fourteenth millennium this is a poem for fifteenth millennium this is a poem for sixteenth millennium this is a poem for seventeenth millennium this is a poem for eighteenth millennium this is a poem for nineteenth millennium this is a poem for twentieth millennium this is a poem for twenty first millennium this is a poem for twenty second millennium this is a poem for twenty third millennium this is a poem for twenty fourth millennium this is a poem for twenty fifth millennium this is a poem for twenty sixth millennium this is a poem for twenty seventh millennium this is a poem for twenty eighth millennium this is a poem for twenty ninth millennium this is a poem for thirtieth millennium this is a poem for thirty first millennium this is a poem for thirty second millennium this is a poem for thirty third millennium this is a poem for thirty third millennium this is a poem for thirty fourth millennium this is a poem for thirty fifth millennium
BUT
it melts on my palate first sip of coffee I’m sipping bitter those are not my senses that is me fingers with which I’m typing this blessing are not mine but that is me You are not my yearning and You are not You but that is me John Cage’s book Silence that Vera gave me is not my book but that is me my thoughts are not mine but that is me my body is not mine but that is me my Dear is not mine but that is me my breathing is not mine but that is me my planet Earth is not mine but that is me my Universe is not mine but that is me my first kiss is not mine but that is me my friend is not mine but that is me my walking is not mine but that is me my art is not mine but that is me my poem is not mine but that is me my flaws are not mine but that is me my shit is not mine but that is me my words are not mine but that is me my humour is not mine but that is me my but that is me is not mine but that is me my dreams are not mine but that is me my origins are not mine but that is me my human species is not mine but that is me my horses are not mine but that is me my repetitions are not mine but that is me my I is not mine but that is me my God is not mine but that is me I g o d
BUT SOMEBODY
my morning tenderness fragile fragility heats are starting everything becomes white from the light poem of mine I don’t even exist I am just you to live means to be worthy of great lives to live means to be worthy of all beings’ lives to live means to be worthy of life itself life doesn’t even exit it’s always in the making eternal beginning there are two reasons why I don’t take out certain blessings that are not so good first – out of reverence for poor people who are saying not to waste second – everything that became has its reason and therefore it’s good I thought of today’s poem I am god that is waiting for me to write it and I rejoiced it I wrote hundred and nine of them so far I’m watching them written down on the desk many of them have traces of everyday work on the computer spilled wine circles from wet saucer for tea worn out paper from the mouse I should only face it out to be the beginning and the end in each moment everything in between the end and the beginning to think with my heart to love-kiss with my mind to fly with my legs m o d m o d e s t y s t y freedom of love is within the love for freedom love of freedom is within the freedom for love meadow of wild flowers butterflies are blooming smells basil cherish me somebody
IT WILL NEVER BE AS IT USED TO BE IT WILL JUST BE UNNOTICEABLY SAMER AND SAMER
a girl moved so that I can pass by. I looked at her face and said thank you. her face lightened up with God’s smile in a second I’m crossing the street on the red light. a girl on the other side of the street is waiting patiently for the green light. when I approached her I said it’s great that you are waiting. she smiled shyly and felt that she’s not really a fool surrounded by rowdiness of this world here I am at the computer let’s get going with Riesling with grapes and light from the depths of the earth with sun’s fire sweetness of grapes grows just drink me my beloved I love the bitterness of sage swallow me I am an absinth in the wine I am elixirs of all kinds a man on the road a woman in the landscape I smell of sea I’m everywhere in every moment a poem of all poems a whore to the whores I bought today twenty four crayons for three hundred dinars every colour is beautiful how sweet are little lizards I rejoice Thursday – this year’s 14th July eternal teenager’s Saturday’s boogie-woogie wow what the fuck – it’s 5.04 pm already well does it have to be again with that fuck of yours modesty modesty – my joyous joy – I protect You modesty I tenderly think of Danube’s cold water come to swim across the Danube this year when the water is a bit warmer to swim it and to swim across it slowly swimming it and admiring it – surrendering to that great water that constantly and abundantly flows Danube itself enjoys in that great amount of water that flows everyone that surrenders excites me I respect anybody who gives their money to the others I adore everyone who understands that their money is not theirs and that’s why they are giving to the others I live for everyone who gives their life to everything and everybody I am blood that flows through the veins of all beings I love-kiss you with these movements
TARAS – LUCANI
singling themselves out people are killing their being through which they are uniting
sweat is leaving traces of salt on my neck
we are missing one another – God’s glory
ask me to tell You about the thighs
don’t ask me since You haven’t asked me last time either
red currant next to the road
cabbage underneath the levee
shower over the orchard and garden
Taras
Lucani
spaces are fucking and marrying through mystery
sexes in God’s love are resurrecting through mystery
bounty of daily bread
bounty of supernatural bread
bite me – be united
I gave myself up to Your surrendering
sunny valleys
undisputed innocence
longing of singing for fucking
longing of fucking for singing
singing of fucking for longing
long me longing
pleasantly with pleasure please me within You
open up through each pore of mine
reborn Yourself when good opportunity occurs
sunny valleys wow
blueness
sea-like
sky-like
ocean-like
so close and yet so remote
sweat is pouring down my chest
it slides towards the belly button
SHELTER AND JOY TO EVERY BEING
hey Tuesday – 22500th day of my life hey day which day are You to Yourself where is Your night my day everything that has been so far is in this blessing everything that will be is in this blessing everything that is now is in every blessing I would love to take photos of tiny lizards this day today or tomorrow forty years ago happened one of the greatest breakdowns and turnovers in my life I celebrate You heat revolution of not-hurting wherever you are I’m with you runaway children wherever you are I’m with you children who killed yourselves with knees of confession – with knees of redemption wherever You are Your love is the source of love to all beings I will yet be walking I will yet be love-kissing I will yet be creating I will yet be singing yet already I just remembered how one woman in my youth told me that the greatest curs for each woman is that he gets a softy with me for a woman it’s the same as for a man I was cock teased – she told me same is the same to the same a takes me to the a a takes me to the water feet in the sky fathers love to fuck their mothers love to fuck with their stranger walks in the heat nun over the levee with static electricity with beloved artificial intelligence