Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

today I will make ten millionth step of the Bud of Walking

five hundred and forty days of walking. five hundred and forty Good Walker drawings

seven hundred kilometres of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

unnoticeable

like my nose that I’m not noticing. like my eyes that I don’t see

swarm and choir of all beings within me

glory to my painful heel and Achilles’ tendon

glory to the mortal body which is testifying and celebrating immortality

I’m loyal to You my loyalty

white butterfly reminded me that swallows have flown away

I adore migratory birds

like on the Rose of Wandering I’m reading again Rousseau’s Solitary Walker

the fact that I can’t explain what is so magical in

the Bud of Walking makes it’s walking so magical

as if all horses are pulling the Bud of Walking

as if all beings are walking within the Bud of Walking

I’m walking – gathering all energies in one and only energy

energy through which God love-kisses himself within every being

I’m walking – intelligence is not even close to the thoughtfulness

I’m walking – You are within me

I’m walking – it’s beautiful

I am a condition and attribute of beautiful

good goodness

sun is peaceful within me

my palm is enjoying while I’m writing these words

gasoline smells on the crossroads. unloaded coal smells. I love-kiss Your womb Earth

love of my steps smells – I love-kiss Your mind Universe

I’m walking – bees are flying on sweet grapes

I’m walking – I’m thinking about You so that Your heart would smile

I’m walking – I love-kiss You so that Your mind would calm down

I’m walking – every pussy feels nice

I’m walking – every cock is artless

I’m walking – I’m walking the notion of walking

through the landscapes of infinity and eternity

I’m walking – I miss You a lot – I love-kiss You – I don’t miss You

I’m walking

God

I am a wisdom on Your lips

autumn is coming at 11.04 am

I am beauty in your upper lip

not virtuosity

just steps

walnuts are falling down

I’m enjoying the endlessness from Ban’s Hill

I am

You are

I remembered Iam

he wasn’t around for a long time

Iam wanders in the heart of all beings

I’m going slowly – You say figs

I’m going slowly – You say you are my love

I’m going slowly – I say You are my God

wind is carrying her hair air is spreading her nostrils

pain in my left heel suddenly appeared on 10^th January this year

I’m thinking that it would also that suddenly one day disappear

I surrendered to You – I’m cowering – green tram is coming

the art of being cherishes the being of art

I feel You strongly – You resurrect – You’re coming to me – we are walking together

a man carries two bottles of beer – his face

shows joy that he will share with somebody

I’m a prayer in Your heart

world is God’s pregnant woman

world’s yearning to give birth to God in this world

I’m glad you are within me

I picked up around ten walnuts on Ada

a girl is picking yellow flowers on the slope covered with grass

I’m always joyful when I see this man on Ada

a therapist is patiently teaching an old man to walk again

I jump and there is immortality

air is goodness

two thirteen year old boys a bit drunk from

a little bit of beer are lying on the bench after the school

nine year old boy is jumping down the street carried by the joy of jumping

I am the sameness in Your mind

lips and labia

poem and pobia

pobias are the poems through lips and labia

I am all of that what nature wants to give back to God

vagina derives from Latin word vagina which means sward covers

labia consist of labia majora and labia minora

I’m writing about lips and labia because they are one

I’m listening with my lips

You say

I’m talking with my labia

You are singing

everything that she was telling me came upon me –

an older woman is telling to another woman on the bench

before walking I was searching through Google and was sad because of the multitude

I don’t feel all beings in multitude

I will be thinking some more about that

a grasshopper has flown on my hand

a young man and an older dog are watching each other – love is love

I’m walking slowly

I’m making stops

I’m caressing myself in order to survive

I’m in front of the computer. it’s Saturday. tomorrow is Sunday

the relation of lips and labia is the same as the one between head and glans

it would be nice to write some more about lips and labia but I’m tired

it’s the end of the week – I’m exhausted

I’m putting my head in Your lap

I can see sunny slopes

grapes that ripen

the one that is silent for days

I don’t exist

I’m all within You

the words are coming to me from Your pulse

the pulse of love-kissing the lips and labia

pulse how exciting word are You

poem

you

are

the

pulse

of

my

words

bud You are the pulse of my art

I’m walking into You autumn

You are dressed up in modesty

in observation and perceiving

maturity You smell good

last night I dreamt of Ljubica Kosovac

you filled my heart my beloved companion

Ljubica is gone for over a forty years now and yet she’s still alive

I’m withdrawing through spiral into myself

I’m singing autumn

I am a worker’s poem of love

I write – I love You

I breathe – I love You

I live – I love You

my little autumn

I love-kiss Your nipples

I’m gardening You

I

am

a

thread

of

the

beginning

a

source

of

love

I

am

alone

I

am

to

you

alone

singing

words

are

singing

me

I’m loyal to You loyal

to love-kiss and be love-kissed when one is alone

there’s tenderness – exactly when one is alone

in everyone who comes towards me I see beautiful flower

there is always somebody who sees – says

a woman to another two women who are joking with her

there is lesser swimmers. there is more women in the water. most of them are nudists

I’m walking autumnally

one step of mine is compassion another is dreaming

autumn Your breasts are full of milk

Your leaves are falling within me

in the spring they will be leafing out of me

…I’m just joking. I’m saying it just like that –

says a woman to the nervous cashier woman

I’m enjoying the words that I’m hearing – they are the poems

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=es6U00LMmC4&feature=fvsr

Miroslav, let’s become vegans! Art

I watched Garry’s lecture

thank You Art thank You Gary

my eyes are full of tears. since I was twenty four I’m vegetarian. from today I’m vegan

God help me

a — ajkule (sharks)

sameness of a being love-kisses each being

b — bivoli (buffalos)

sameness of a being protects each being from other beings

v — veverice (squirrels)

life is beautiful because each moment something good for life can be done

g — guske (geese)

I’m walking and enjoying thinking of the beauty of geese while flying

d — delfini (dolphins)

I relax my body in order to feel the movements of a dolphin within me

đ — đilkaši (this word is made up since there is

no animal starting with this letter, but it means: tramps)

words are joyful animals of life

e — emui (emus)

humour feeds the elegancy of movement

ž — žabe (frogs)

brain is loyal to everybody’s brain

z — zečevi (rabbits)

brotherhood freedom and equality of all beings are the only revolution of the evolution

i — irvasi (reindeers)

solidarity and sustainability of all beings are the only evolution of the revolution

j — jaguari (jaguars)

while going down the path I’m dancing for all beings

k — krave (cows)

birds in the woods are saying hello to me. birds are going to say everything to everybody

l — laste (swallows)

in the heart of each swallow the entire life of planet Earth is preserved

lj — ljubljači (same as “đilkaši” – this time meaning kissers)

still uncreated beings live through immortality in each being

m — magarci (donkeys)

good deed of each donkey pleases everybody’s knees

n — nojevi (ostriches)

I consciously know that my unconsciousness

contains both God and immortality of all beings

nj — njištači (same as “đilkaši” – meaning neighers)

large nose of this thin girl who passed by me confirms every word of mine

o — ovce (sheep)

I’m sharing my today’s joy with all lambs

p — pčele (bees)

from this day on I won’t be eating your honey

but I will be singing about you more and more

r — risovi (bobcats)

there is no end only to redemption that’s actually why redemption leads to immortality

s — svinje (pigs)

nobility of mind is nonviolence

t — tigrovi (tigers)

when the beauty of high mountains caresses the plain underneath it with its shadow

ć — ćurke (turkeys)

bread and grapes as an appetizer. main dish is the sun light

u — udavi (boa constrictor)

I see grapes on the grapevine and I feel what soil wants to give to everybody

f — fazani (pheasants)

excitement through modesty

h — hijene (hyenas)

tranquillity through gratitude

c — crvi (worms)

poem is consciousness that self-disgust is the precondition to any singing to all beings

č — čaplje (herons)

dance is compassion through which all beings are dancing within me

dž — džaraši same as “đilkaši” – meaning the ones that are stoking)

my today’s decision to be a vegan I dedicate to God You and all beings

š — šarani (carps)

we are walking slowly — we are feeding ourselves with patience

a word word

which I’m sending You

You can put under Your armpit like a bread under the arm

that bread under the arm is for me one of

the most touching scenes which I saw in my life

as well as the water that whirls in a spiral while flowing through the drains

or a woman which is reading by the café window

then stretched out step of a man on the road

then a girl who cannot resist the orgasm

or a piece of wood that is carried away by the fast stream

or a train which is slowly entering the station

or a man who is holding himself by the forehead

and by his closed eyes one can tell he’s thinking something

or a log that is split in two parts by axe

or it is a closed gate which is making noise all night long

then little stashes of dust that’s been gathered behind the things that are not moving

or just ejaculated sperm

or a shoelace that has untied

or a computer whenever I feel that we are in good terms

then pressed apple which is more and more rotten

then turning backwards because I thought somebody was calling me

then my dog Odin that I have beaten few times

aoooouchh

then bicycle leaned on a wall and everything that’s got to do with old bald

then a good man which is talking to God who I was reading about last night

or eyes which are moving in the side from hard bursts of sadness

or leaves which has begun to dry out on the thorn branch

or my mind which is searching touching pictures in my heart

or not made bad which is witnessing that

somebody was sleeping there just like on crushed grass

or that somebody my soul is searching for

or a glow of water in the deep well

or older peoples palms

of faded away colours

then eternity which lives in every stopped moment

then touching word word which I’m sending to You

you can carry it like a tramp under the arm like a book

I lined up hundred and twenty new blue crayons on the floor to take a photo of them

in-between them I made a circle out of four hundred and sixty three used crayons

to finish the third ten year picture of the Blue Rose I need

four years and three months and around two hundred and forty crayons

miracles are simple

I believe that everything will be visible on Blue Roses

especially the invisible

unexplainable

unheard

time

God

two blue crayons blue sisters

15:39

only when I’m exhausted like this I can see

how big strength is necessary for any given word

but here are

the vineyard peaches

tiny plain sweet ones

I’m writing like when I’m roaming

here and there

this way and that way

no-how but still somehow

words you are beautiful

no-how – fuck

but – fuck

still – fuck

somehow – fuck

I don’t know if I’ve expressed enthusiasm for words no-how but still somehow

they are really like vineyard peaches

tiny plain sweet

words are really fruitful this year

they are falling down just like peaches

they get messy from the soil

it makes You not wanting to pick them up

and they are sweet like figs

those vineyard sanative words

from this morning and last night I don’t feel good but I thought that’s actually good

I’m too much alone

too many failures

too much

dear God

that’s it to me

yesterday I walked only two kilometres. I hope I will walk

eighteen today and hence with the excess ones I had every day

this week I will manage to fulfil daily average of thirteen kilometres

several things have been bothering me yesterday

fuzzing

taking my strength away

were making me vain and pointless

selfish and vain

I wrote all of them down in the afternoon

there was six of them

when I looked at them I felt those are not my problems

my problem is that I’m losing trust in myself and my work

trust in God’s light within me

keep on and carry on Miroslav

general and abstract truth is more valuable from all goods

Rousseau helped me

when I’m losing faith in myself and hope that You exist and that You will come

when I’m losing hope in You I also lose love of all beings

I miss you open road

I’m walking – I’m a poet of all beings

I’m thinking – I’m one and only artist of one and only art

I’m love-kissing – I’m a walker of one and only God

when I’m talking about myself I’m talking about God

when I’m talking about You I’m talking about all beingsI

when I’m talking about I I’m talking about one and only I

I’m water – nobody addresses me but Miroslav Mandic

I’m a step – nobody calls me Boy Step like Miroslav Mandic

I’m a word – nobody is same with me like Miroslav Mandic

I’m a path – nobody loves me like Miroslav Mandic

I’m a rose – nobody is loyal to me like Miroslav Mandic

I’m Miroslav Mandic – nobody is bud as much as Miroslav Mandic

through tenuous poignancy

I rewrote the poem Oh Tenuous Poignancy in two copies for the enumerators

I plead to the enumerators of the Population

Census in Serbia 2011 to hear and accept this poem of mine

I am a poet

that’s why I do not accept

existing human world

but I affirm God’s work

as a poet artist and walker

I sing create and walk

yet uncreated better world

world of all beings

world of one and only love

world sanctity

if I would consent to existing consensus I would agree with

slavery injustice conformism selfishness greed lie murder

my dear unknown enumerators

I plead to you that instead of taking false data about me

receive as my little gift

a poem

which sings

the poem of truth and sameness

and in that way help me

in

singing

creating

walking

the world of immortal moments and eternal loves

Miroslav Mandic

poet of all beings

one and only artist of one and only love

walker of one and only God

on the 1^st October 2011

Universe Bud

amen

I am 86400 poems a day

second poem

a poem a second

Sister Rosseta Tharpe

Billie Holiday

… I wanted also to remind You that in Tuesday 4^th October will be a full year from

Ally’s death and that I would be very grateful if You would mention in Miroslav Mandic

my little-great hero and in that way mark this unhappy anniversary…

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson sent me an e-mail from New Orleans

Ally Saunderson

grace for You forever Ally

flickering of October light

sweetness of grapes before November rains

a man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps

Proverbs 16.9

pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall

Proverbs 16.18

wow how modesty feels good to me

silence

peacefulness of steps

light faster than light

freckles on the face of this woman

today as well I will be walking around the lake with bare torso

pain in my loins and pain in my heal is the same pain

I notice that I’ve drifted away

I’m broadening the tranquillity to all beings

I’m crying from the snow that is yet to come

I’m caressing You caressing the grass

I’m licking Your heart

beauty of everything and goodness in everything constantly make me want to cry

art of love-kissing is within the art of creating

to god

through god

god

every

word

of

mine

is

a

path

three

words

rose

I just saw how an ugly woman which was gently touched

by a young man how her face became grace itself and beauty

words while I’m waiting in the line in the supermarket

words are neither means nor goal but beauty and goodness themselves

words about the most ancient anciency also are becoming now

words are eternal present

bud

stoppage

grape skins and seeds agglutinate and get hard in my stomach

and I will also go today to see Sasa the Chiropractic

today I got an e-mail that I will reply on these days

patiently just patiently

blessing by blessing

through leaves which is absorbing the sun light

through anybody who has been hesitating and decided after all

each blessing is a new part of the road into vastness

blessings are penetrating the unknown love-kissing everything in front of them

dark matter and dark energy

parallel universes

higher intelligence and higher beings

the very beginning which is in everything

also everything that is so visible that nobody sees

as well as all that is so simple that nobody can conceive

hey

well yes

hey

words are saying everything

heart is rejoicing the words

midday bells are ringing the midday of love

unknown yearns to be confirmed in my words

unknown yearns for Your orgasm

orgasm me my beloved

Ljubica of all-existing

Ljubica – God’s modesty

modestly – God’s style

I am God

that is the greatest modesty

happy heart encourages each heart

I’m drinking the hot soup to remove the stoppage

blessing by step

step by blessing

unknown in my words

unknown through orgasm

orgasm

orgasm

me

my

beloved

Steve Jobs died

beauty lives on

adoptee

apple mackintosh

calligraphy

hungry and silly

I enjoyed his iBook. now I’m enjoying his iMac

it will be very exciting that XXII century

then that XXIII

XXIV

XXX

thousandth

everything will change

everything will remain the same

as well as everything has changed now and yet remained the same

honesty

a bit more coffee

anus embers

language rejoices

meandering is constant

straight like an arrow

oh those straight roads

when I just look at them I surrender to them

that’s you

says that straight road to me

I should get shaved

draw and record the Blue Rose

draw 64 Buds

wash the floors

buy new training shoes

read new Slobodan Tisma’s book

every moment is really exciting

form every moment all the centuries are made

all millennia consist of each moment as well

take just this moment which gently blinks to You with eyelashes as an example

with warm tears

I’m on your side streets of freedom

freedom and creativity are one

courage and singing are one

generosity and modesty are one

little rabbit is running

it runs through the infinity of heat

street rebellions all around the world are the wind roses

winds of freedom love beauty of roses

winds are falling in love with roses

winds are fertilizing the world with new paths

one giraffe is giving a birth

little giraffe has fell out of two metres height but it’s already on its feet

it joins in

it begins its mission

and even more so plants

and stones even more so

I warp around my waist

through the plain trough the plain

towards the hills towards the hills

a merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth the bones 

Proverbs, 17:22

money is freedom

money yearns for the rose winds

a poor boy is giving right now left over coins to the other boy

streams of compassion are flowing

wherever you are I’m with you

fairy tales are the only banks

fairy tales are the only banks that don’t go bust

inexhaustible banks

merciful banks

banks of parterres gardens and patrimony

banks of freedom courage and unselfishness

Miroslav Mandic Bank

established through the Beginning

ponytail

what a hair is it

what a power

pure

power

tell tail

everything is connected

it became colder

centred

word path

I’m walking

I’m writing

I’m watching

I’m leading

just follow me

in step

whiz of the flying gees

I’m thinking of Miroslav Mandic which would be

constantly red in vertical scroll over the screen

if the average time for reading one blessing

is seven seconds then what is written so far in Miroslav Mandic book

would be red in 488411 seconds or 8140 minutes or 135 hours or 5,6 days

God will give to finish Miroslav Mandic. then it would be red in

907200 seconds or 15120 minutes or 252 hours or 10,5 days

if I slow down a bit for greater enjoyment Miroslav Mandic

would be constantly scrolling on the internet or Miroslav Mandic Museum

on big screen for fourteen days. then a new circle would form. and like that indefinitely

circles of singing

circles of creating

circle of singing by circle of creating

step by step in the rhythm of my walking

more than half an hour I was counting how long is

Miroslav Mandic Reading of the book Miroslav Mandic

I was completely immersed when…

… cleaning lady asked me if I could pour the water in the bucket

there is always beautiful music playing in your place – she told me

I thought that those were enumerators

the doorbell rang again…

… lady enumerator just got out of the apartment. she was good

and kind. real wo-man. I explained to her everything and gave her the

poem Oh Tenuous Poignancy. you are right – she told me on her way out

the poem Oh Tenuous Poignancy has started to live and went into the world

tenuous poignant wanderer

I feel great in my body from the cleaning lady and lady enumerator

I’m proud of you beautiful and good wo-men of mine

ninety nine percent it’s calcaneus. I can feel it under my hand

said to me Sasa Danilovic chiropractic on Wednesday about the pain in my heel

good footwear is the most important

thank You Sasa Danilovic

on Thursday I bought new sneakers on the market

thank You Mirjana Lukic

the imitation of nike sneakers with air soles

they are five times cheaper than the original ones

the moment I put them on I felt pleasure in my feet and in heel and in spine

I have really worn for the last year and half of the Bid of Walking bad sneakers

I didn’t have money and I generally neglected that aspect of my existence

heel pain is reduced

wonder sneakers

I walked the Rose of Wandering in twenty three pairs of sneakers

so far I have walked the Bud of Walking in sneakers sandals and croaks sandals

I will now take the photo of them and put them into the museum

the tools for walking creating and singing

the oldest ones are the deep and

waterproof sneakers that I bought eight nine years ago

pleasant feeling in new sneakers I’m transferring to the hand of these words

I still feel the pain but it’s weaker

thirteen kilometres is a lot. six is optimal

said Sasa to me but he never suggested I should reduce the kilometres

through walking I started loving my feet and soles

through writing and drawing I started loving my hands and palms

through creating indescribable I

through tranquillity brain

through ecstasies heart

through fucking all beings

t

h

r

o

u

g

h

m       y s e l f

o

u

trudge my hands

write me my soles

people who think through their hands thing beautifully

those people who love-kiss through their soles love-kiss tenderly

it was exciting when I was reading while walking

my legs are leading me. my hands are holding

a book. eyes are surrendering to the road and words

I’m merging with landscapes and words in

the book and I write all of that with my own words

I experience merging with all that is surrounding me and

somebody writes in the book about the experience of their merging

one and only goodness is constantly circling through air for us

I’m listening to punk – it’s time to announce the failure of the Virtual Beggary

from 22^nd June to 15^th August I sent on

about ninety addresses the Virtual Beggary

great

only one man answered me

I stopped sending them during the Bowing to Poem

because the Bowings have been taking all my energy

I thought I will carry on sending them after the Bowing when I get myself

together and gather new energy but instead of that I’m announcing the failure

failures are painful

they are taking away the vanity

purifying

invigorating

alone

You

everybody

everything

one

God

with no turning back

further into the vastness

through the Blessings

through the Bud of Walking

through the Good Walker

through the One Man

through the Blue Roses

through the Blue Film

through 64 Buds

through I am You are I

through the Numbers

through 86400

through the Face

through the Buds of the Day

through the Solemn Sunday Lunches of All Beings

through the Web Site miroslavmandic.name

through the Bud of All Beings

through I’m on Your Lips Through a Poem

I rejoiced too early. pain in the heel did not disappear

just carry on

with the Song on Your Lips

through the monk scientist poet taxi driver

when you judge somebody, you receive their sin

Prior Sava Rukumijski

… all things are made out of atoms – tiny particles

which are constantly in motion, attracting each other when

they are a bit apart, but repelling each other when they are next to each other…

Richard Feynman

Marshland is bending in the darkness.

Outside on the staircases. Daybreak is pounding and pounding

on the grey-stone doors of the sea and the sun is frying the surrounding…

Tomas Transtromer

when I got out on the road I stepped on it geezer 220 km an hour

taxi driver to his friends

behind the locked yard doors for days now nobody picked up the fallen walnuts

decisions are bright-reddish like an autumn

stances are singing like poems

moral deeds are feeding like the sun

soles are having hard time

heels are struggling

Achilles’ Tendon is struggling

poem is struggling

I is struggling

all poems are poems about the poem which is bothering me

not as I wish but how God wants

a woman is tiding up her hair

while watching a leaf falling down to the ground another one is flying in front of my face

I was present at the presence itself

for the first time I saw the nudist family on the beach. harmony

can be really felt as well as absence which I’ve been reading about

Arabian Spring and American Fall are changing the world of one and only Africa

I couldn’t walk the Rose of Wandering if I didn’t find the walking as dancing and singing

I couldn’t walk the Bud of Walking if I didn’t

find the walking as creating of the Bud of All Beings

sameness of all beings

same rights for all beings

one and only love of bud permeates each being

one and only love of the bud permeates each being

while I’m retyping today’s blessings I’m enjoying again in the family of nudists

in the Arab Spring and American Fall of the one and only Africa

15^TH OCTOBER 2011

buds are springing up

steps are being lined up

every word is a hyperlink

walking to the walking itself

bread

I’m rejoicing the 15^th October 2011

Ksenija and Nietzsche were born on 15^th October

Ksenija on 15^th October 1962 and Nietzsche on 15^th October 1844

on 15^th October 1980 I started to get engaged in art again

one and only art

on 15^th October 2011 buds of freedom will spring up

free throat of planet Earth

one and only street

global street

street of all beings

anyone who was in any street will be in one and only street

street creates

street is a fairy tale

street child is fairy tale child

a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches,

and loving favor rather than silver and gold

Proverbs 22:1

the rich and poor meet together; the LORD is the maker of them all

Proverbs 22:2

he that oppresseth the poor to increase his riches,

and he that giveth to the rich, shall surely come to want

Proverbs 22:16

rob not the poor because he is poor, neither oppress the afflicted at the gate

Proverbs 22:22

for the LORD will plead their cause, and despoil the soul of those that despoiled them

Proverbs 22:23

liking of all things guards each thing

sometimes somewhere is pure aesthetics greatest rebellion

sometimes somewhere is the rebellion only aesthetics

always and everywhere only change makes the sameness of all beings

always and everywhere only sameness of all beings makes the change

I’m walking – I’m a revolution to the evolution

I’m walking – I’m an evolution to the revolution

I’m walking – I’m the poem of the revolution

I’m walking – I’m a fairy tale of the evolution

I’m walking – revolution and evolution are together

I’m walking – poem and fairy tale are one