Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

good

beautiful

good beautiful

beautiful good

good good

beautiful beautiful

when good and beautiful are together – goodness emanates beauty –

beauty shines goodness

when good and beautiful are divided – devil teaches through goodness –

seduces through beautiful

within the snowflake of snow are snowflakes of goodness and snowflakes of beautiful

when male and female are together – male is encouraging – female is alleviating

when female and male are separated – male is killing – female is enslaving

earth and sky are one

man and all beings are one

we are together so as to be one – together

together means being one and not together

one is freedom

one is truth

one is love

every day is not just something everyday but also a biggest festivity

every day art is not only most simple and most ordinary

but also most rare and omnipresent

every day art is not only accessible to everybody

but it’s also most expensive and not bribable

every day art is a daily bread

kneaded with water of repetition and wheat of gratitude

I am grateful every day for every day art

I love every nature that changes its nature on its own

to change one’s nature means to create better nature

to live one’s nature and not change it means to enlarge evil

I don’t love any nature which violently changes anybody else’s and any other nature

modernity

postmodernity

postpostmodernity

modernity after postmodernity

just implyity after implyity

world is full of implyities that is understood only by those who imply it

implyities are death of a spirit

I stopped by friends – Mandic family – they put in my bag to take with me

brandy

bread

eggplant-peppers salad

potatoes

pickles

cabbage salad

jam

cake and cakes

madness from love and allessence

you are invited for lunch

I kiss everything I eat

alllife – feed yourself with my love

my dear tattoo the shape of my lips on your body

I wanted to send You an e-mail with this suggestion but I

gave up since every blessing is anyways written only for You

I believe that mathematics is not approving violence of people over other beings

if mathematics would approve the violence it wouldn’t be alive

and it couldn’t develop

mathematics is the blues of higher beings

he was betrayed by his and his enemy was betrayed by his

ours are traitors

future of the man is in that to find the way to redeem for his violence

violence of democracy

violence of communism

violence of fascism

violence through secrets

violence through richness

violence through reputation

violence of imperialism

violence of colonialism

violence of feudalism

violence of slavery

violence of racism

violence of gas chambers

violence of concentration camps

violence of shopping malls

violence of bread and games

violence of banks

violence of civilisations

violence through conquering the universe

violence through building dams

violence through digging mines

violence through cutting woods

violence through taming animals

violence through missionary work

violence of the inquisition

violence of the stakes

violence of the guillotines

violence of the gallows

violence of the electric chair

violence of bioengineering

violence of butchery

violence of the sawmills

violence of the humanitarian actions through which all the violence is laundered

violence of the school and university in which the human evil is hushed up

and the conscience of children and youth is killed

so as they could do violence

with a clear conscience

I cannot live with all of that and that’s why I write this

I live for the resurrection of all beings and especially for those beings that I hurt

I create for all and not yet created beings and

especially for those that I now hurt with my creation

all beings will back up a man in his redemption

redemption is a humus of great creation

you can do it man yes you can

all known beings are only a small portion of unknown beings

and all of them together make all beings

rhythm is a being

multitude of beings is in the rhythms of all beings

silence is a being

multitude of beings are in silence

all beings are in a poem that all beings love

Danube I kiss You – I shout and wave at Danube

I also kiss you Miroslav – shouts to me and flows to me Danube

just when I look at the eyes of the day I see that eyes of the day are watching me

just when I look at the eyes of the truth I see that eyes of the truth are watching me

just when I look at the eyes of love I see that eyes of love are kissing me

eyes are watching eyes

one eye is in all eyes

eyes are watching so as to kiss

joy of life with all beings

I am radiant with love of all beings

ripple

breeze

bee

flower

you feel how it spreads in my chest

I’m reading the autobiography of James Brown on the computer. it’s beginning

to snow. goodness is so beautiful. I’m crying. tears are filling my eyes

boy don’t give up

I love courage of these words that just exist

I love I love

I love all beings – all beings are my parents – my wife – my kids

everything is mine because nothing is mine

who wants to care about man as species they must

care about man for at least million years

man as a species is destroyed by what he thinks is his

his blood

his offspring

his family

his race

his nation

his state

his culture

his language

his property

his Planet

hey beauty that went on road – I said aloud while I was drawing Good Walker

while I’m waiting for the meeting with Vladimir Macura

I’m walking around hotel Moscow

Vladimir gave me green pencil two meters long

I want that all beings all the time feel my love

I would love if all beings would know about Miroslav Mandic

and Miroslav Mandic Art

the best ones are much more modest they only want that

their nation or race or sex or their civilisation knows about them

not only that I would love if all beings would know about the name

Miroslav Mandic but I believe that they already know it

regardless of my wish being a subject of ridicule or being considered crazy

I think that it is an essence of every being that they are known and loved by all

beings

my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic is a wish of every nightingale

every grass blade

every Walt Whitman

every Fernando Pessoa

every Friedrich Holderlin

every Maister Eckhart

every Billie Holiday

every Gertrude Stein

every baby on the breast of the beggar woman

every tear off little branch

every kernel of wheat

everyone who has hushed up

the name of Miroslav Mandic art

and the art of Miroslav Mandic name

my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic

arises on the music of the wish through which all beings are dancing and singing

Miroslav Mandic liberates light and love in every being

Miroslav Mandic is created from deep modesty of every enthusiasm

Miroslav Mandic lasts through warm tranquillity of every calm-down

Miroslav Mandic in Your name – You in the name Miroslav Mandic

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here were the names of fourteen close people who I wrote to on Saturday

I’m going more and more far away and closer and closer to the heart of all beings – Your heart

heart is a poem

heart is singing the mind

I’m writing to You because I hope You love me

and You can bear as well my work as me and name Miroslav Mandic

I’m sending You the blessings of this week in order for You to help me for

everything to be as it is written in them – the way I believe is dear to God

my poems and Miroslav Mandic art is

beaming and confirmation of the heavenly wish that I am

that everything that is is

God within me God

this e-mail I’m sending to You

through the face of singing

through the face of creating

through the face of loyalty

on Sunday I thought that this could disturb some of them

and I didn’t send this letter to anybody along with last week’s blessings

I’m leaving – what you feel is the mind

I’m coming – what you feel is the heart

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the only one – same as all beings

just God

just poem

just rose

just road

just every being

I’m everything

receive me in yourself

bloom

bloom Miroslav Mandic-all beings-love-God

Miroslav Mandic is the name of heavens

everything that isn’t the heavens is boring and it kills itself and everything

around it from boredom

Miroslav Mandic is the name of all beings

Miroslav Mandic is the way by which through the joke on his account

everything becomes Miroslav Mandic

as long as there are names Miroslav Mandic will be love in every name

when the last name disappears Miroslav Mandic name will also disappear

I’m repeating the name Miroslav Mandic in the same way I repeat everything

as well as I repeat myself

like a footballer who on training sessions repeats everything that becomes

perfect in playing the game

I’m not Miroslav

I’m not Mandic

I’m not Miroslav Mandic

I am Miroslav Mandic

art of one name – art within one name

everything sung through a one name

Miroslav Mandic – everything kisses everybody

Miroslav Mandic – love is one

name yourself Miroslav Mandic – call me Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic is Aleksa Golijanin whom I met by chance after three years

Miroslav Mandic is Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic whom I met by chance

and just before we met bought me a white woollen yarn for Miroslav Mandic book

I told Ana first about the Big Pictures that I will begin to do

I’m reading with pleasure Slobodan Tisma

and his latest book Quattro Stagioni

take something anything and you’ll see – it’s love

give something anything and you’ll feel – it’s a poem

state of love is the state of the poem – primary state

event of the life is the event of the story – secondary state

Field Poppies

I love you – cum all

Field Poppies is the title of my drama that is consisted only of four words I love you – cum all

I asked director of love Branko Popovic to direct this drama

Field Poppies are dedicated to the audience and only real directing – directing

of the audience itself

Field Poppies is performed first like a chamber play until it slowly develops into

mass gatherings during which the text itself says everybody cums together

cuming-transforming

Dandelion

I’m disgusted with myself – I saved myself – I redeemed you

Dandelion is the title of my drama that is consisted only out of ten words

I dedicated Dandelion to You

call me to give You direction for its performing

I’m going to see and take photos of blue flowers

I will find blue flowers down by the river

the wind is blowing – I found them – they are incomprehensibly beautiful

unnoticeable from beauty – unnoticeable for goodness

I enjoy listening the bell that bells me

my happiness is called the Happiness of All Beings

I am sure that flies wouldn’t agree to live not being happy

I immediately feel like an ocean by the Danube

I smile a bit and I think – right away is the biggest ocean

everything that is the most valuable is free and everything that is not worth is

more and more expensive until it comes to the most expensive to the killing

everything that is expensive is connected to plundering and killing

expensive is crime

tender is cheap

I’m neither with these nor with these nor with these –

I’m a golden thread with everybody

I don’t like human secrets. hidings. but I find it nice

how Bojana’s Svetomir has spoken about secret

secret like a cause of incomprehensible and inconceivable

Bojana’s Svetomir also spoke nicely about shame like inappropriate and

not able to adjust

a young man in front of me is speaking on the mobile phone and by

his movements I felt how was ashamed and felt humiliated

I was always ashamed. especially in my childhood

now I felt – I was ashamed because I felt that I wasn’t of this world

only with God You and all beings I’m not ashamed

the blessings that are going to follow I will be writing

until I meet up with Jelena Besir on the tram bridge

I love to prepare myself for a meeting. especially while walking

just before the meeting

preparations for the meeting are very important. that is a kind of dignity

that refines

looking forward to the meeting and respect for the one you are meeting with

preparations for the meeting create and shape the meeting

every meeting is the first one for me. decisive. which I expect everything

and nothing from. meeting of two first people. with no experience. heavenly. innocent

twenty or so days ago Jelena and me had fantastic

Business Lunch today I will propose her Sex Lunch

until now I had only Business Coffees and Business Lunches

but this would be the first Sex Lunch

God Lunch

Sex Lunch

Business Lunch

these are the lunches that make – I just discovered –

Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

I am near Main Post Office. I think of the Eternal Art

I live and create Eternal Art

I am Eternal Art – I spoke out in front of the National Assembly

Eternal Art is art

not this or that art but just art

everyone that is engaged in Eternal Art is its founder – the first – the only one

Eternal Art is created by One and Only Artist

all artists make One and Only Artist

One and Only Artist makes all artists

I crossed the bridge and Jelena is not yet here but she will come…

…Jelena got bus no.65 and blessings that are following are after our meeting

a man is hailing a taxi with a cigarette in his hand

and the smoke from his cigarette meanders through the crossroads

before the meeting with Jelena temperature was few degrees

lower so now I’m enjoying the slow walk on the warm sun

I respect and love everybody’s sex

everybody’s sexuality is unique and beautiful

all beings are fascinated by the sexuality of every being

mathematics is the ode to the sexuality of all beings

sex is a hero of immortality

sexual beings are feeding with immortality all beings

sex is loyal to the eternity

I love loyally

one doesn’t live any more from big things but from small ones

a bakery woman who I bought first bread from told me

I am a sex of all beings – You are the most exciting and most desirable being – hey

happiness is sad

I’m unhappy because almost everybody thinks only of their own happiness

nobody thinks of me and hardly anybody is happy because of me

many of the happy ones don’t know that I am unhappy at that time

I am happiness – it’s down to happiness – only one of the beings of all beings

I am happiness only when all beings are happy

there is no happier being than me when all beings are happy

happiness is telling me

I love how Slobodan Tisma is writing about colours and the fact that

he is writing a lot about them

all my life I was doing my best not to seduce but

to show everybody that they are exciting and very desirable

I’m a bee that shows to every woman that she is the most beautiful and

most desirable

I’m a grass blade that shows to every being that it is most desired being

I’m a success and I say – You are the most desirable being

never forget one thing that only You are wanted by all beings

dedicated to the young man who came to Jelena Besir to say hallo to her in Knez Mihailova street

I am God because I love You

I am God because I’m only God

I am God because I’m God’s glory

death doesn’t let down

death gives life

people have betrayed death

they have renounced the eternal life

if I don’t feel that my mother is a whore and my father

criminal I will always think that whores and criminals are other people

if I never feel that I’m nobody I will always think that

those who are nobody are somebody

long live Dragan Mitrovic

I said to the eight year old boy who just told me his name

Dragan Mitrovic is my happiness with which I make all beings happy

how just money makes somebody happy when I give it to them with no reason

dedicated to the sexy money

one bee flew down on the cardboard box in the container

with all beings I want everything and with everybody

without single one being among all other beings I don’t want anything with anybody

I of all beings within me will never die

I of only my being will die for all beings

somebody set aside these very two little stones for me to find them

every blessing that I write is gratitude to God because I even wrote it

have you ever went through Mokroluska street exactly on the corner with

Zajcova street

humour is a being of all beings

thank you Miroslav Mandic – humour tells me

mama where are you going – a little girl asks

I’m going to fuck – mama answered

in Jase Ignjatovica street to the pleasure of Jasa Ignjatovic – I believe

I become groundlessly become happy and immediately ashamed

because I think that my happiness hurts somebody

in front of Filip Visnjic publishing company I throw a dice

and ask it if I can watch the arse of this girl in front of me

yes – it answered me. I’m now watching it peacefully and with pleasure...

one more dedication to the sexy money

 I’m not judging – I’m just udging

today is the beginning of spring – today’s blessings are dedicated to the

I slept through a whole day yesterday. in the afternoon I was throwing up

I’m walking – abdomen is still struggling

buds are more and more green

gardens have been dug up. roses pruned

I love the artist in every being

all being love to be beautiful

I feel nice to watch the buds on the trees

greenery is drizzling

Vera told me in her e-mail to buy probiotik

capsules because I might have got some bacteria or virus

I believe that all beings are serving the life of all beings

I believe that bacteria and viruses are serving the life of all beings

there is a great strength in bacteria and viruses

here are first white leaves petals of the trees blossoms

through the buds on the trees the air is budding as well

oh now us – said a man when the green light on the crossroads went on

ever since there are wars human society is based on

two pillars. pillar of killers and pillar of criminals

whoever relies on and believes in pillars they must rely on killers or criminals

army or police

university or show business

state or secret organisations

future of human species is not in pillars

but in compassion and permeating – awareness that everything depends

on smallest and the least important

only freedom of all beings is freedom for every being as well

a man plants flowers – that pleases my stomach

I think of everything that is in a stomach

in a stomach of creation

I would just take photos of blooming of the trees

when two people don’t understand each other that causes wars

when words are let down that kills the buds

I’m throwing a ball – I’m celebrating life

for last hundred or so meters I think of the book To Celebrate Life that I saw in the shop window

I caress you backs of my abdomen – I caress you abdomen of my backs

abdomen is beautiful – backs are good

my abdomen is bothering me but I rejoice since I write about the abdomen

I threw a ball to the gloomy fourteen year old boy

he caught it and smiled at me and that rejoiced me a lot

five words in them selves

boy help all beings

exploitation is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

colonialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

imperialism is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

law of the stronger is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

domination is nothingness and it gives birth to nothingness

grass is greener and greener

grass is greener and greener with every moment

Alistair call a boy within to help You. that little boy who was

awaken by his mother at 4 am to deliver the milk to the doors

of the people of Kilbirnie a small town 18 miles south of Glasgow

that boy like any other boy or girl is alive. full of life and hope

and more than anything devoted and that’s why he is healing as well as the best ally

I threw a dice and asked should I make public a photo of a children graveyard

I was thinking for a long time what to write under the photo of children graveyard

children graveyards are shrines of the victims of love for a love itself

people are trying to extend human life on thousand years

why changing eternal life within us for just thousand years

I hop and there is eternity

where are you. I’m slowly forgetting in my arse

an old loafer with irony and pathos is greeting his friends across the street

newspaper seller is whistling joyfully

when I expel the air from the stomach everything is nice again

I would love to eat olive oil but why is it so expensive

I’m watching this dog with pleasure. I love dogs and I love the fact

that I don’t have a dog

I’m always excited by the fight for a just cause

In life I couldn’t find the just cause

because just causes were fights against somebody

I more believed in a fight with myself then in a fight for something

I more believed in singing than fighting

I wasn’t fighting but I admired great creators – the fragile ones – the rejected ones

I found the only just cause for me in all beings

in my just cause are all other just causes

I fight for all beings with love and creation

I’m fighting without fight

through walking – winking

through singing – dancing

through budding

at Lion the football season is opened with the Hajduk – Vozdovac mach

Silence is so precise – Mark Rothko

is destroying the atomic weapons destruction or creation

people are destroying a lot of things in order to build

and they build many things in order to destroy

when I solve the problem that I can solve the problem that I cannot solve disappears

I’m entering the woods – a bird is humming more and more

bees are landing on white and purple flowers

I’m passing through the Topcider graveyard

how fool of blossom is white magnolia

when the magnolias start blooming all air sexualises

by this air I circulate through existence

I am a string of all beings

one string one melody

wind – isn’t it You

while I’m slowly walking down the steep slope I feel the beauty

of the shrine of modesty within me

tree is beautiful to itself

it’s worth living millions of years for the moment that creates millions of years

brick is covered by the moss

life wants to be born from everything

I’m thinking of a walking stick

with a walking stick I can make a circle and save myself

from everything that is not good

with a walking stick I can open a circle for everything that is good

walking stick – start circle

I am a circle of the openness towards everything that is open

goodness is open

people are running down the forest paths

I’m walking over the soft sawdust that is thrown over the path

so there wouldn’t be no mud

if all factories that make any kind of weapon would be destroyed

would it be destruction or creation

on this late afternoon sun the beauty of a young woman is walking within me

on the face of every man I can see the mastery of ancient masters

from whom the craft of existence could be learnt much better

than on the paintings of any given great master

tree tops are already so green that they are richer than any kind of money

every bud is more valuable than any bank

everything that I am I invest into the Bud of All Beings

for a poem there is no law – the poem is the law

for love there is no law – love is love

first lettuce of this year – and eighteen years from Kaja’s death

innocence is acquired

I am intimate with every particle

it wants itself the spring wants itself

the law should exist only for those who are

committing violence on others in the name of the law

this big tree has filled my chest

blessings are wreaths of words around Your heart

only with all beings am I among my own

if the asphalt that covers the earth would be destroyed

would it be destruction or creation

a girl is peeping out a window on the ground floor

I am alone so as I wouldn’t be alone

carrying on one’s own solitude is great art

alone all beings

alone because I believe I live from the community of all beings

alone because I kiss the harmony

alone to everybody

alone for everybody

alone so as nobody’s backs wouldn’t be alone

I catch the ball – what a unity

I bought the round loaf bread. it looks more like a soul than a bread

Bud of All Beings is developing. how

if I would know how I couldn’t be creating it

towards the end of the next week I will walk the first thousand kilometres

I feel sleepy. I’m hungry. my feet are sore from tiredness

I’m looking forward to the lettuce

I’m looking forward to the book My Life by Richard Wagner

I’m really sleepy

but I will finish today’s blessings like horses that are sleeping while walking

my hands are smelling like a shampoo

serenity is resting me

blooming is bringing me closer...

I washed the lettuce so as I wouldn’t fall asleep

I’m sleepy – it’s so sad – it’s so tender

this writing while I’m so very sleepy is really heroic

I’m going to rest my heart

every moment – endless melody

every bud – melody of endlessness

blossoming of the sun

God help me not to have compulsory and ugly

thoughts with regards of the close ones that hurt me

I said while I was drawing the Blue Rose

I’m walking – I’m spreading the joy to the joyful ones

so as they enlarge and spread it to the sad ones

I’m walking – I’m spreading the health to the healthy ones

so as they enlarge and spread it to the sick ones

I spoke to Zoltan. we spoke about buying iMac

I will get the money from Vera and Tibor

I stopped by Sun’s to see if he can help me buy it

all of that separates me from the blessings

I’m writing about all of that so as that would be blessings as well

day after tomorrow Sun and me will go through the shops to see the iMacs

Zoltan will install one programme

with help of which he will be able to put everything I need

I would love to talk to somebody who knows computers slowly and softly

I love to talk for a long time slowly and softly

as if I don’t know nothing about what I am talking about

as if everything we are talking about becomes right now and depends only from us

finding out in order to enlarge the joy

finding out – wondering – admiring – bowing down

knowledge puffs up and creates prejudices

with prejudice there are no finding out and comprehensions. there is no joy

I’m looking forward to the iMac

for me technology is also natural. innocent like a nature

technology is made of all beings – technology makes all beings

I hope I will have louder speakers and with

even grater enjoyment listen to the classical music

all music

I’m starting to enjoy the reading of Wagner’s life

I live with Wagner. I’m sharing his life and creation. I empathise with him

autobiographies are complete art work

first time second ten year walking is autobiographical walking

Miroslav Mandic is walking of the autobiography

every being is autobiography of all beings

there is no cooking in heavens. cooking is in hell

dedicated to the lettuce and non-cooking

I’m retyping my old texts from the seventies

I’m permeated by the same eros of loyalty

loyalty is eternal beginning

grass blades on which children’s fingers are cut

drops of blood on very green

in the Bud of All Beings any given detail is a master piece

before the fruit starts to ripen the flowers are saying everything

I’m enjoying in the name of joy of life – enjoy

enjoy in the name of joy of love – I’m enjoying

I’m watching the thorns on the pruned roses and

I’m thinking of Your heel thorn that has gone

purple magnolias are budding

humanity is just one clump in the vast Bud of All Beings

I bounced the ball of the wall and it came back straight to my hands –

live mathematics

here is written love. really nice

a little boy that is selling wet handkerchiefs on the street told me protectively

wind blew my hair. the smell of the violet stimulates my nose

I’m watching the air

invisible is so gentile

red haired girl full of strength is going down the street in a hurry and she is

touching the wall with her fingers

beautiful woman with sad eyes is led by a dog she took for a walk

I gripped the yellow tennis ball with my hand

so as it shapes my energy into the regular circling

I’m throwing the ball for the joy of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the health of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the freedom of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the transformation of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the loyalty of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the love of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the success of all beings

I’m throwing the ball for the good of all beings

catching the ball is really good singing

throwing and catching the ball is really good creation

spring is breast feeding all beings with the milk of life

a being is breast feeding another being with itself

with the milk of milk – with the belly button of belly button

eat and drink

a lot of my creation was based on restraining from creation

a lot of my living was based on restraining from living

often just a presentiment

flicker

look to the side

compassion with rejected ones

not agreeing with what implies

not agreeing with power and arrogant indifference

admiring

the unprotected

surrendering to

the fragile

identifying with

the same

the repeated

touch of immortality

through tears

absence

patience

prayer

always though grass

leaves

poppies

roses

path

music

first of June

plane

glorious

divine

the essence of every goal in football is the same

goal

and every goal in football or anything else is different

 dear miroslav,

on sunday i run a trail running half marathon, 21km – in the Vertes mountains.

you can see me on the list, i am the 23rd http://www.terepfutas.hu/VTFM_2010_ffi 

i have been running since i run for you back in the winter – you might remember, so i was preparing and

did it - for you, 21km – 2hours 6minutes 29seconds and it seems i became addict of running, so i keep running and

have a few other trails in mind. i will tell you all the joy that will come on the way!

with a lots of love... tivadar

poslao mi je Tivadar sinoć mejl

sa ovim drugim Tivadarovim trčanjem za Pupoljak Hodanja i dvadeset

i jednim kilometrom nadoknadio sam sve kilometre koje nisam hodao zbog bolesti

živeo Tivadare. živeli svi Dobri hodači i trkači

možeš i da spavaš za Pupoljak Hodanja – Pupoljku Hodanja će biti milo

možeš i da ljubiš Pupoljak Svih Bića sva – bića će uživati u Tvojoj ljubavi

sijaj

neprestano

hrli

zauvek

baš se skupila prašina na mom stolu i oltaru

Gnezdo čeka čišćenje

a ja čekam da mi Petar pošalje Bašlarov tekst o gnezdu

volim prvu predstavu stvari i ne volim pravljenje predstave

ne volim ni šou a pogotovu ne volim šou-biznis

ulični psi ljube zabačeno

moja ramena su biblija ljubavi

sve me ljubi

nikog nema to sam ja Tebi

nikog nema to si Tii meni

jedno smo – večna ljubav

svim grudima sam izvor

misao svim mislima

dobrota svemu

jedno smo lice 

novi stolnjak sam

ne izneveravam. samo nastavljam

ovde

u

ovoj

pesmi

je

tako

lepo

žudnjo moja – žudim za Tobom – željan sam Te – proslavljam večnost želje

Tvoj sam ručak svakidašnji

ništa nerazumnije od razumnih

jedan niti želi niti može da pobedi sve ali jedan želi i može da ljubi sve

neprimetni su najprisutniji

institut trenutka

18:51h podigoh pogled za loptom i ugledah prve tri laste ove godine

whenever You feel goodness within You I am with You