Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

sadness

sadness thank You for sadness

the year is coming to an end

there is so much sadness in New Year

I thought of wishing a happy New Year with a message I wish You a sad New Year

maybe it will be a bit less sad as it is often

with wishing You a happy New Year less happy

sadness don’t be alone

alone one don’t be sad

today I will be walking to Karaburma

yesterday I walked to one thrown away scarf that I saw

two-three weeks ago in the grass so I went to pick it up. grey-blue scarf

it was wet and dirty with a lot of rotten leaves on it

today I will be walking with it

things are touchingly loyal

all man is left with is to constantly thank to everything

to cranberry tea

to stuffing-free pie

to the one that doesn’t understand me

to the rectitude that delights

to just about anything

anything but exactly that

to that unnoticed all-presence

to that constant wedding of transient and impassable

to that in palms

to that in curves

to that in sorrows

do You feel that

that

exactly that

that within that

if You also feel it then we are happy

wedded with sadness and happiness

the only happiness

when I saw you a moment ago while coming towards me and lifting your hand saluting

planet Earth on which I’m writing this blessing

is constantly circling even though I nor anybody else don’t feel it

well that’s that sadness

ouch – what exists that I don’t know about and I don’t feel exists

sadness of sadness’s

but no sadness helps me

belief in unknown helps me. love for everything fills me

my dear You are writing me in this morning’s e-mail

I have to ask right away:

is it me who this blessing is addressing:

to the one who doesn’t understand me

it’s

definitely

You

who

else

could

it

be

in

this

God’s

world

only

You

and

me

exist

I

am

I

You

are

everything

else

every

name

everything

that

is

behind

every

name

You

are

the

name

of

the

wind

You

are

the

wind

itself

You

are

the

joy

of

all

beings

which

at

this

moment

are

trembling

through

my

body

You are self sameness

affirming of affirmation

no-recognition in recognisable

recognisable in nestling

surprise itself

the real one and imaginary one

what You really are

what You would like to be

what You want to remain

what You want to become

and in the end of all beginnings

how do You realise all of that

with weevil

with the heart of mind

with moist

my friend

I was always timid and that’s why I’m drawn to the brave ones

those who are not afraid to always play only all or nothing

those who are playing fair

those who are not hurting a single soul

that’s why my life is only everything

modesty of everything

sunny Monday

kind button mushrooms seller

serious droll who I buy only one hot paprika from time to time

careful hairdresser who made my haircut for hundred and eighty dinars

a wise word is more rare than the green emerald, and one can

find the word of wisdom even amongst the slave girls making grain

Egyptian saying over five thousand years old

a scream never screams

betrayed tenderness is screaming

life within me is saying I am life

loyalty within me is whispering I am loyalty

fucking within me is begging I’m fucking

writing is a kind of sexual excitement

permeating with the existence

transformation of time into eternity

fullness of a blessing

excitement of one and only body of the Universe

everything is constantly kissing with each other

one heart is beating in everybody’s chests

the best ones are constantly competing with others

the best one never competes

the best one is

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

all letters in each letter

joy fucks joy

joy fucks with joy

words want exactly what they want

girls

words are

boys

words are God’s love with which God love-kisses all beings

word

bud

god

I always loved You so much that I started loving the quantities of God

I always loved You in such way that I started loving singing and creating of God

I always loved only You and I started loving walking of God

mildness of tension

all my works are one work

I said to Vladimir when we saw each other for the first time four years ago

music

Vladimir was the first who I said what from then on goes for everybody

in Your relation with me Your greatest interest is my interest

one and only interest of all beings

one and only love of all beings

one and only poet artist walker of all beings

God

first I will toast with Vladimir for health joy and love to all beings

then I will dance for him to the song Rambling Man by Hank Williams

I’ll read him yesterday’s blessings

show him the folder that contains a lot of ideas about

works for which I thought Vladimir could help me realise

I will show him big drawing pad that he gave me

and in which I’m writing poems I am Miroslav Mandic

then in front of Vladimir I will draw two pictures on

Vladimir’s frames and I will give them to Macura Museum

then I will ask Vladimir to give those two pictures which

will testify about everything I will be saying to Vladimir while drawing

them and which will stay in Vladimir’s heart to future Miroslav Mandic Museum

as an encouragement for and guarding of the idea all my works are one work and on one place

I hope that Vladimir will do that and that the tension

in our relation will forever transform into approval and agreement

snuggling and nestling

then I will the rest of today’s blessings write in front of Vladimir

in the end we will have lunch

beans

Vladimir is watching how I’m writing and I can be a child

a child of writing

a child singer

Vladimir is taking photos of me while I’m yelling and singing

he went behind my back even though I wanted him to watch how words are becoming

how new love is getting born

but birth is loneliness

loneliness of love for the love itself

live

bud

love-kiss

the other is my bank for the third party

everybody can be a bank to anybody

a bank of goodness

a bank of warm healing tears

they are shedding and shedding

Srdjan and I sang over the phone for half an hour for the first time last night

Zvonko Bogdan

Toma Zdravkovic

Johnny Cash

Hank Williams

a poem is love

singing is love-kissing

I’m letting my voice being heard

I’m silencing myself

slowing down

I’m pronouncing words very slowly

words are singing on their own

I’m love-kissing love-kissing love-kissing

walker singer

I’m crying crying – rejoice rejoice

rejoice plain of the daybreak

rejoice morning wind

in my tears do bath yourself dew

in yourself do clothe me day

the art of loneliness is in love-kissing of all beings

poem of loneliness is love-kissing of all beings in every being

poem of love is resistance to lies

civil disobedience

vagrancy

breath

sex of dawning

stepping out

I’m slowing down

what is my love doing

I’m pronouncing all words very very very slowly

words words words are singing themselves

life of mine I live You for life

life is nothing if it’s nor dying every moment for life

I’m

singing

you

I

love-kiss

you

with

quinces

with

fallen

snow

with

disappeared

traces

with

good

thoughts

with

little

lips

of

terms

of

endearment

with

little

labia

of

immortality

pussy

is

hugging

cock

cock

kisses

pussy

kissing

fucking

poem pussy hugs cock is the first poem of love for kids in kindergartens

poem cock kisses pussy is the first poem of kindness for the kids in nurseries

poem kissing is the first poem of liveliness in play school

poem fucking is the first poem of admiration

and wondering for the first year of primary school

I am a proud descendant of one of five Jean Jacques Rousseau’s and

Therese Levasseur’s children whom they left in the hospital for abandoned children

loneliness sanctity

loneliness is a part of life

life itself

we are born alone

we die alone

loneliness is always sexual loneliness

lack of a partner

the most painful loneliness is the one with the partner

loneliness is absence of devotion to God

loneliness is absence of devotion to work

loneliness is absence of devotion to nature

loneliness is absence of devotion to modesty

loneliness is a consequence of the lack of art of loneliness

loneliness is ability to be with all beings

constantly and to love-kiss everyone with goodness

travel me butterfly of bud

this is not a list this is love-kissing

this is my loyalty to the rose bud

Dusan Misic Duda. Velimir Khlebnikov. Laza Kostic. Danka Vodopivec

Zsigmond Moricz. Slobodan Tisma. Kaja Mandic. Lenka Dundjerski

Gertrude Stein. Ludwig Wittgenstein. Billie Holiday. Meister Eckhart

Ad Reinhardt. Simone Weil. Hank Williams. Louis Armstrong

Emmanuel Levinas. Alan Turing. Bill Gates. Zoltan Varady. Mina Novcic

Dragan Sakan. Slobodan Vratonjic. Fransois Villon. Slavko Bogdanović

Zeljko Radic. Matsuo Bashō. Yasuka. Plato. Milton Sirotta. Anja Covic

Robert de Nero. Isaac Newton. Jelena Besir. Lou Andreas-Salome

Leonardo Fibonacci. Ranko Risojevic. Maja Klisinski. Zeljka. Marinko Sudac

Tomaz Salamun. Marko Pogacnik. Bora Dragas. Nike Pogacnik. Arthur Rimbaud

Jack London. uncle Nikica. Larry the legionnaire. Hans Georg Gadamer

Andre Williams. Gaga Udovicic. Branko Popovic. Mita Stankovic. Rabia

Nenad Baturan. Rainer Maria Rilke. Vera Varady. Nikolai Fyodorovich Fyodorov

Erik Satie. Robert Walser. Nelson Mandela. Branko Franceschi. Marijana Mandic

Sun Mandic. Franjo Mihalic. Etela Merk. Violeta Jovanovic. Amy Winehouse

Lao Tzu. Vesna Lopicic. Tom Gotovac. Bela Hamvas. Penelope. Tom Sawyer

Biljana Roncevic. Petar Miloradovic. Ana Zgonjanin. Branka Zgonjanin

shoemaker Srki. Nikola Tesla. Vladeta Jerotic. Isaac the Syrian. Joe the dredger

Lightnin Hopkins. Ivana Djokic-Saunderson. Isak Aslani. Svetlana Aslani

Emil Cioran. Albert Camus. Nikolai Alexandrovich Berdyaev. Sam Peckinpah

Ezra Pound. Nina Tarbuk. Mirjana Lukic. Nhandan Circo. Yves Klein

Art Szombathy. Hank Williams III. Johnny Cash. Andrej Pejic. Miloš Oprin

Alistair Saunderson. Sophie Scholl. Plotinus. Vladimir Macura. Friedrich Nietzsche

Baruch de Spinoza. Mario Kopic. Jerry Lee Lewis. Djordje Stanojevic.

Srdjan Valjarevic. Khadija. Bojka. Sreten Maric. Djordjije Vukovic. Raca the stonecutter

Erich Maria Remarque. Stephanie Wynn. Indian Emaho. Katalin Keserü

Ljubica Kosovac. Hannah Arendt. Mary McCarthy. Djordje Lukic.

Tomislava Sekulic. Kaja Cirilovic-Popovic. Simon Boué. Milomir Mandic

Edgar Allan Poe. Novalis. Sophie von Kühn. Goran Roglic. Ulrike Meinhof

Andreas Baader. Gudrun Ensslin. Walt Whitman. Bozidar Surla. Milorad Stegnjaic

Chet Baker. Homer. Miguel de Cervantes. François Rabelais. William Shakespeare

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Charles Pierre Baudelaire. Leo Tolstoy

Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky. Gustave Flaubert. Marcel Duchamp

Charles Chaplin. Gandhi. William Carlos Williams. Jaroslav Hasek

Samuel Beckett. Jack Kerouac. Aleksandar Tisma. Zvonko Bogdan

Christ. Van Gogh. Ben Webster. Coleman Hawkins. Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Guillermo de Torre’s. David Herbert Lawrence. Andrew. Jackson Pollock

John Cage. Ksenija Bustrevic. Johann Sebastian Bach. Marija Magdalena

Nemanja Bjelogrlic. Jovan Stojcic. Fernando Pessoa. Keith Richards

king David. Jean-Luc Goard. Miles Davis. John Lee Hooker. Sony Rollins

Vuja. Kajka. Immanuel Kant. Katalin Ladik. Josip Broz Tito. Dagmar Moser

Linda Wagner. William Burroughs. Pier Paolo Pasolini. Nikita Stanesku

William Blake. Pythagoras. Dusan Crkvenjakov. Dusica Drazic. Buddha

Moses. Zarathustra. Muhammad. Sava Sumanović. Dimitrije Basicevic Mangelos

Lazar Stojanovic. Elder Tadej. Jean Seberg. Lee Marvin. Antonin Artaud

John Casavetes. Fets Domino. Charles Mingus. Friedrich Hölderlin. Jean Genet

Charles Bukowski. Jelaludin Rumi. Jean-Jacques Rousseau. David Henry Thoreau

Isaac the child. Meher Baba. Claude Monet. Richard Long. Joseph Kosuth

Tehching Hsieh. Konstantin Tsiolkovsky. Comte de Lautréamont. Andrei Bely

Jovan Ducic. Filippo Marinetti. Guillaume Apollinaire. Antun Branko Shimic

Vladimir Sersenjevic. Paul Claudel. Tin Ujevic. Momcilo Nastasijevic. Dylan Thomas

Tadeusz Borowski. Archibald McLeish. Tristan Tzara. Srecko Kosovel. Andre Breton

Tadeusz Rozewicz. Yves Bonnefoy. Ralph Waldo Emerson. David Berge

Madeleine Peyroux. Michel Seres. Zelimir Zilnik. Tanja Petovar. Ada Byron

Diana Washington. Sister Rosseta Tharpe. Sasa Danilovic. Steve Jobs

Prior Sava Rukumijski. Richard Feynman. Tomas Transtromer. Lidija Merenik

Milica Bogosavljevic. Werner Herzog. William Wordsworth. Tibika Varady

Jorge Luis Borges. Billie Evans From Burnt Grass Statijatin Roy Bin. Julije Knifer

Beate Niman. Lazar Risar. Angelus Silesius. Mother Theresa. Emily Dickinson

Nadezhda Mandelstam. Isidora Sekulic. Nada Petronijevic-Covic. Oljenka Jovin

Martin Heidegger. Vera Uzelac. nurse Ljiljana. Greg Brown. Big Bill Brunsy

Vlasta Delimar. Chief Seattle. Martin Luther King. Abbie Hoffman. Peace Pilgrim

Agripina. Hristina. Magdalina. Marta. Tekla. Haritina. Rafaila. Socrates. Cassius Clay

James Brown. Jacques Attali. Cira Acanski. Djordje Markovic Koder. Margaret Mead

Steven Wallace. Count Basie. Li Bai. Lazarov Miodrag Pashu. Umberto Eco

Oswald Spengler. Cesarija Evora. Toma Zdravkovic. Thérèse Levasseur

seventh book is coming to an end

two thousand five hundred fifty sixth day of writing

it’s easy for me to write this 72135^th blessing of Your present blessing

one soul is in all souls

mining soul of joyful tears

rose rosy

holly bud

flowers of candle light

I love-kiss You horse of all my loves

I hug You mare of my loyalty

lead me rose

protect me path

mystique of simplicity thrills me

I’m thinking about New Year’s Eve of the year

two thousand when I was walking and marrying millennia

sunken in dark beloved plane was surrounding me

my legs have been leading and carrying me

through summer winds of eternity

every moment is an opportunity to be worthy of life itself

here I am in the God’s miracle because You as well are here

through the waves of timelessness

through Portugal of boundlessness

a moment like this makes me horny

horniness with goodness is a duty of each sex

sperm in God’s palm. poem on God’s face

why aren’t you here and what do I need life for

lifegod

Little-God

for ten years I was living and working with about 117 euros a month

this year which is slowly coming to an end I’ve lived and worked with 68 euros a month

fear threat

just slowly

millions have died love-kissing life

millions have died living love

millions are me

Milionia

my beloved

pussy and character are the most important for a woman

said a friend to me on the last day of the old year

pussy is a character

I said to a friend on the first day of the New Year

first this year’s walking for God You and all beings

I’m walking with Mirjana from Ban’s Hill to Karaburma

I hope that Mirjana will help me this year to walk with many other people

with Goddess

that she will help me so that everybody has enough money

I’m not yearning for anything just for what God wants from me

everything is wonderful

everyone is wonderful

John Hurt Mississippi

bamboos on the table

words of mine I beg you to get out of my mouth only as a truth

I’m scratching myself above the right hand joint

I’m looking at the letter i tattooed on a woman’s neck

simplicity is so simple

just like that

just like that and no other way

I love You because You are ready to take what I don’t even know if I can take

I often had it hard

but I came to love the often

near each tree I love to think of who I am

next to each foot I love to love-kiss unconditionally

sometimes I’m nothing else but lover of tenderness

I shouldn’t exert myself at all I just had this thought

especially not when it comes to this writing

You are writing it

I am reading You

I’m singing

beginning of the eight book

hey this is a book

only book

bud book

the bells of midday love are ringing

I am professional revolutionary of love

volunteer of uncreated

activist of non-undertaking

hero of thoughtfulness

inexhaustible source for the other

I’m crossing the new bridge on Ada for the first time

I crossed it in two thousand two hundred steps

I’m enjoying the river Sava

the wind over the river

this tugboat excites me

it sails slowly

it’s coming from God knows where

down the river

down the rose of a river

down freedom

down the water way

I love You tugboat

I love You river

travel and travel my metaphors

rose is for me a symbol of all goals

path is for me a symbol of all paths and ways

I love you symbols

neither rose nor path are of any good for me at this

moment when I need to carry on creating blessings from nothing

with music I’ll do it with music

with pleasure in my stomach

God

Gog with God

God

write about river says a woman to a man in passing

I’m writing about river as if it was a woman

about a woman as if it was a letter a

about a letter a as if it was a letter a

fuck off

knowledge

fuck off

self-pity

tugboat is sailing

intensive socialising yesterday and day before yesterday

they have worn me out

just right

all I’m left with is to write

through rags of rhythms

through pulsating

through easiness that renews me

frequent writing is nothing else but

everything of what can’t make it into the writing

beauty which has left in thoughts and feelings

in spoken words

many good deeds I’ve done are left unrecorded

they live in the others

in all beings

in miracles that are happening

transforming into myth

conjoining with good deeds of good people

flowing with rivers and falling with rains

like Gertrude Stein’s last words which Vera Varady will send me

ask me a question

ask me about oo

ask me about wonderful idea that I had two

days ago. I hope it will help me as well as many others

ask me about wonderful idea for V. that I had today

ask me about Borka

ask me about Milomir who just called me

as a boy I used to carry him on my back

I loved that child which called me a moment ago as a fifty two old man

I used to leave him high on the staircases

he would then with confidence jump into my arms

bodies are arising out of bodies and they are going back to bodies

body of text makes soul that is singing it

with one body all bodies are close

with one word all words are one body

body of this peach

father in my arms

 Mohamed Bouazizi

Jan Palach

flowers

Mohamed’s fire in awaken people burns forever

Mohamed Bouazizi is the most important human deed in last year

a mine of awaken consciousness

for last ten or so days it was crossing my mind that

I should write about the young man who initiated everything

I didn’t even know his name

street vegetable salesman

twenty six years old

the sparkle of the Jasmine Revolution

the embers of the Arab Spring

eternal fire of conscience of all beings

Bouazizi’s mother Manoubia called on new leaders to help

poor people like her son was and who gave his life for others

Mohamed Bouazizi You are food

free vegetables

Mohamed Bouazizi You make me

free light

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the one and only

scent of the brave ones

Mohamed Bouazizi You are great art

sex of the determined ones

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the bread of oneness

poem of identification

Mohamed Bouazizi You are one and only temple

God of grace

Mohamed Bouazizi You are red beetroot

sisterhood and brotherhood of fruit and vegetables

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the meaning of life itself

sacrifice through the fire of love

Mohamed Bouazizi You are the love itself

I love-kiss You Mohamed

Mohamed Bouazizi You are Mohamed Bouazizi Bud

name of the one of 64 Buds which are singing to the Bud of All Beings

with maelstrom

river maelstrom is sometimes on the left

sometimes on the right side and sometimes in the middle

only the analogies are the guaranty

today is for me Valentina’s day of Christmas Eve

Valentina Nikolic made me a lunch

girls are bringing food to workers

I crossed the bridge with Mirjana so that broken arms

of Andja and Borka would heal up as soon as possible

constantly sadness and joy

the list of Petar’s women is getting bigger

Svetislav Stefanović. Pavle Stefanović. Ivana Stefanovic

eighteen year old Stanislav Drča yesterday

walked for the first time from Novi Sad to Celarevo

may yesterday’s thirty kilometres of walking guard You for the whole life my Stanislav

constant sorrow and joy means one and only joy

fuck off everything – it’s music

I love wind over the river

I love the story that that Mirjana told me on the bridge about the wheat that

twenty eight years ago Beba Vuckovic’s father sowed in Nadalj. missis Beba now eighty

years old sawed last autumn that seed in Herceg Novi and that wheat seed has sprouted

the way to Nadalj takes over Srbobran and Turija

you can also go over Backo Gradiste or from my beloved Curug or from famous Temerin

all New York next to New York

Beijing – present navels of the world

every place in the world is the centre of the world

everyone who is from Konjarnik as if they are from Hampstead

people from Podbara Dorcol Brooklyn same cock

only cock

Lazarov Miodrag Pashu personally

Little-God’s light

everything that is Little-God is

everyone who love-kisses Little-Goddess is

everything that flies through light flies

fuckable is fucking

overlapping

tenderness of the tip of a finger next to the eye

swaying of the pubic hair

notions daily bread

m-you-e

I’m in Obrenovac. empty streets. it’s Christmas. a man here and

there. a car here and there. street dogs are celebrating Christmas in the street

to the left is picnic area Zabran. to the right is road to Valjevo. straight to Belgrade

I’m crossing the river Kolubara

I’m taking the photo of Kolubara while a dog is barking on me

I’m on the road. sun is shining. it’s cold. I’m happy

with my feet on the ground and rooted in heavens

God on the road

I’m entering Baric

here is Baric river island in Sava

I’m getting out of Baric

I’ve heard that Maljen is covered with snow and that

low clouds and cold air are going towards Belgrade from it

I’m lordship on the road

opened monastery

I’m entering Umka

I’m singing along

I’ve always been singing along on the road

I’m in front of the computer

it was great on the road

I was really cold

I’m radiant

poet of walking

artist of walking

walker of walking

I’m disgusted with irony

I’m love for Micko Jovanovic

And, what is the answer? asks Gertrude Stein herself on her death bed

and after a short break she answers with question But what was the question?

I always have a good time with Gertrude Stein

I’m gently thinking of a kind young man who

I exchanged few words with in the centre of Umka

road is my home

rose garden

whole world in-laws

the word word is an incredible word

w

o

r

d

r

o

a

d

showered after the walking

whiteness on the screen is whitening

I’m writing as if on the snow

mottling

I’m looking forward to writing

eighth year it leads me

sings

returns me to the whiteness

holiness of holiness

touching a fence every day

love-kissing nuns and monks

I expected You to give me a call

You didn’t

I took photo of sparrows bathing

it’s hard to take photos of them since they quickly fly away

they disappear like snowflakes

whiteness is pliable

vast

open

innocent

writing makes me innocent

words are gentle

gentle gold

(in Serbian it’s the same word: blago blago)

unrepeatable ones are repeating

I’m loyal to you words

immortal

my little sisters

days are longer and longer

summer is here – within the light

look me in the eyes and You’ll see that I cherish light

I cherish it like all those who were doing it for millennia

world of light

everybody and everything

Go

first I spread my arms

then I start typing with my fingers over the keys of heart

quieting with words

down the neck and flank

to the heels

exactly a year ago my heels started to be painful

a circle of pain

I close my eyes

open my mouth

stretching Achilles’ tendons

I’ll put the water for tea

fragrance of washed hair is spreading around

I’m gently rubbing the edge of the table with my thumb

I’m thinking about table

table is good

it’s steady

it’s a beautiful word table

it’s strong

I had a lot of wonderful moments at the table

table and chair

I could write a lot about table

this one that I’m writing on is Ivana Djokic-Saunderson’s

I love table in a landscape

I love everything in a landscape

nobody around

rain which is falling

merging

invisible goodness is visibly overflowing from beings to beings

visible beauty invisibly trembles in all beings

I’m daydreaming

dusk is setting in at the table

I’m calling all the landscapes

the table is a good host to the dusk and every landscape

I put my hand on my bare chests

that’s where the heart of the world beats

an oath of goodness

where are the lizards now

withstand my male-friend

don’t give up my female-friend

something indescribably beautiful makes the world

something is someone

someone who is everything to everybody

I’m entering the blessing

through the oath to goodness one discovers that the goodness itself is already pledged

everything that can be measured doesn’t even come close to immeasurable

to the measurable is only to love-kiss immeasurably

meandering love-kisses wriggle

when a moment ago I took an apple from plastic bag

in which I’m keeping them a scent of apples reached me

head bent to the knees

taken off soul

bread feeds bread

water soaks water

there go these words down the road

d i  s  a   p   p   e   a   r    i    n    g     i     n      t     h     e    d     i     s     t     a     n     c     e

permeate me permeation

love-kiss me love

with warm soup of kindness feed me

with warm nest of harmonising wake me up

with warm word of comfort unite me unique one

I’m uniting myself my unification

I love-kiss You beautiful patch of mine

the patch has reminded me of broken pots and pans in my

childhood that were waiting for the street repairman to patch them

broken pots and pans are reminding me that in

hundred and so years all present IT trades and masteries

will disappear and they will be replaced with some new patch makers

heart’s tear love-kisses the face’s smile

a heart of the heart is a smile of the smile

calmness and tranquillity

newest couple

I’m waiting

repeating

I’m waiting for repetition

I’m repeating the waiting

there is no road

just a path

not even a path

just writing

being

overflowing

breathe me

wrap me

unwrap

tiny me

wave me

encourage

unite

with seagull’s screeches

with pathways of vastness

with beauty of a back

with miracle of a prayer

with sexuality loyal to all beings

with little chapel which moves through good deeds

I am a takeaway blessing

along the way

I love to have a lunch on the road while walking

I’m a lunch on the road

eat me

I would like to tell You something about silk but I’m telling You about walnut

whiz

crack

of a whip

in the landscape

whiz of a whip in the landscape is the picture of the sound in the landscape

like other things as well I love to repeat in my books

with the whiz of a whip beings whiz

landscape is trembling with beauty

beauty is consisted of all beings

horses are grazing

they are waging their tails

their hoofs are hitting the ground

they are shaking their skin

they are sniffing the air

the slope of the hill is calming them

eyes are enjoying watching

trough is full of water

I enjoy watching cows drinking water

everybody loves water

horses are so beautifully gulping a lot of water

I enjoy their gulping

everything is thirsty of water and love

bees are flying around the well

I’m excited by the wells in the landscape

dug out so that animals would have their water trough

whiz of a whip in the landscape is writing over the landscape

a hymn of omnipresence

whipology through air

soil drinks water

water drinks air

air drinks light

I’m standing amazed

I’m shepherding

amazed by writing

drink my writing

drink bees and cows

breathe the whiz of freedom

shepherdess

I took a piece of paper and wrote on it moving out

Vesna told me yesterday that she needs the

apartment and that I should move out in two months

I partitioned the paper on six parts and I named them

close person

how and where I would love to live

who moves from place to place

money

little flat-nest-museum

miracle

that’s what I am going to write about on

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday

on the link Bud I will be putting the photos of what I should move out of the Nest

anxiety

joy

the most important is that everything is dear to God

that I feel think create and make everything through calmness and tranquillity

that I don’t betray nine year old Miroslav Mandic

that I believe even more in path that

seventeen year old Miroslav Mandic has chosen

not to make a slightest compromise with the decision

that was made by twenty three years old Miroslav Mandic

that my conscience consciousness and love are even more honourable for all beings

that I rely on God’s-mine poem

that I make decisions with God’s-mine creativity

that I am more courageous

more insouciant

more reasonless

I was anyways preparing myself to take some action

with Your help because I don’t have any more money to pay for the Nest

I’m losing and gaining strength

I’m drinking weak Saturday wine in God’s glory

I cut twenty or so papers on which I will make models of what I am doing every day

I will watch them – I will focus myself – I will surrender to them

my Milionia will be with me

one is wealth – wealth of all beings – wealth for each being

I hope that the idea from few days ago and the one I had

yesterday not only help me but that they will also help You All Beings

your

lips

are

kissing

word

kissing

my

lips

are

kissing

word

budding

one

are

the

lips

of

kissing

and

budding