Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

here I am and that’s all

a moment

peak

unity

peak is unity

peak is everything

remedy

every blessing is a remedy

remedy

is

gratitude

to

poem

poem

is

singing

of

remedy

open You organs my beloved

today I visited porno sites

pure love

like the Pirate Party which is spreading in all countries

if I was living on planet Earth I would have been a member of the Pirate Party

I am in the party of all beings of the Universe

party of grass and sparrows

party of good thoughts

how pure is love of those beautiful people on porno sites

repairmen have been and changed the water heater boiler

when I came back from a short walk I saw that the scale’s battery was run down

last night I made holes in the insoles so that heels would hurt me less

last night during the walk a banana settled down the pain in my stomach

in the morning a bolt came out of my working chair so I screwed it back again

every thirty days or so it comes out

cloths on the balcony haven’t dried off yet after yesterday’s heavy rain

I really enjoy writing about these plain porno things

as I was getting out on the balcony yesterday before

the storm I thought of drawing on two walls of the balcony as

well drawings in the series of paintings which I called Falling Sun

it’s important that I’m patient

to finish another eight paintings of the Numbers

to put in order digital archive on the external hard disk

to start the Gigolo even if there are some offers or not

and then to start with the Falling Sun

Falling Sun and Ten Clocks Precise Like Time

I’m not talking about You because You are

not around and without You this is hardly feasible

here

I

am

and

that’s

all

every moment somebody is creating love for all beings

sometimes it’s a cloud

sometimes a drop

sometimes some of the children begging on the crossroads

I’m not in quite good mood but here Carl Perkins is lifting me up

I hug You strongly and kiss You tenderly

Strongly and Tenderly are going hand in hand

path is white

grass is green

sky is blue

Strongly makes Tenderly feel good

Tenderly makes Strongly feel good

Silence makes Talking feel good

Talking makes Silence feel good

there is no end to the path

path disappears in the pathlessness

I’m thinking of those who are crazy about feet and who are excited the most by feet

they had good reason to be born

feet are making paths

all feet are leading to God

all paths are led by God

all

feet

all paths

all words

are the

same

beauty in front of our eyes

goodness in our cells

head on the groins

hand in hand

lap in lap

f

l

f  l  y  l  f

l

f

Strongly makes Tenderly feel good

Tenderly makes Strongly feel good

Silence makes Talking feel good

Talking makes Silence feel good

there is no end to budding

budding disappears in the infinity

g

l       o  v  e

d

fall apart from pleasure – transform Yourself within sense

poem

opens

up

every

being

singing

is

opening

up

Distance opens up Closeness

Closeness opens up Distance

who

feels

that

i

am

addressing

only

him

or

her

is

a

grass

blade

in

the

wind

my

poem

is

I am a gigolo without a job

a smile in Your belly

tenderness over Your back

health in each cell of Yours

a sharp sound

joy at the door

The tree of grace is flowering in gold

Georg Trakl

Stef Lamza

fuck it everything that is good is good

fire to fire

throat to throat

yesterday I thought of tattooing on the bottom of my nape the word freedom

good thoughts are good

they are free

they are expeditions

I also thought that I could continue this summer to swim down the Danube

expeditions of love

from Belegis to Stari Banovci

swimming of God’s heaven

a temple of life in the middle of river

the life of water is becoming a great story about the water of life

water of life creates yearning for life

yearning for life is protecting water

soil

water

air

light

are

one

g

o

f r e e d  o   m

o

d

whoever felt the love of beggars shares my thoughts

whoever got scared but didn’t give up is my ally

whoever made a cure out of any wholeness is my heeler

whoever made a poem out of whoever is my poem

whoever dared and headed for is my companion

whoever feels this tenderness is my tenderness

whoever is a sea is a sea

whoever transforms each what into who is my teacher

whoever is nothing is my everything

whoever

is

god

is

my

i

sex of happiness is within the happiness of all beings

happiness of sex is within every being

joy of sun

joy of gravity

I bow down to You the Force of gravity

I bow down to the fingers that are writing

I bow down to the beggars

I bow down to knee-bow-down

to the miracle of goodness

to the beginning of work of the second version

of the eight book Miroslav Mandic which is called Miroslav

followed by

Miroslav M

Miroslav Ma

Miroslav Man

Miroslav Mand

Miroslav Mandi

Miroslav Mandic

my name is I’m Waiting For You

my name is Light Year

my name is I’m Begging You On My Knees Don’t Give Up My Beloved

just imagine it

beautiful and harmonious

every day and celebratory

nobody’s and everybody’s

Force of Gravity being obedient to the Force of the Universal Gravity

harmony is serving the wholeness

tranquillity is love-kissing the tiniest piece

ecstasy is wedding of Serving and Love-Kissing

walking

rose

poem

bud

little-path

throughout the whole night last night my stomach was mildly hurting

I’m serving

swaying

meandering

circling

through each blessing I’m paying forward

everything I yearn for I love-kiss in the blessing

through yearning I bow down to non-yearning

I bow down to the bowing down

to oaths

to two unknown girls who washed my legs

one while I was visiting monasteries in Serbia in 1973

second on the sea shore while I was walking for poetry in 1984

beings do wonders for other beings

life are petals

rose petals of love-kissing

constant fucking of constant budding

I enjoy more and more in the cosmic buzzing of each blessing

in buzzing of the Cosmos in every word

in buzzing of loyalty in each gaze

gaze is serving

giving life to the gazed at

if I look at something or somebody I gave them water to drink and food to eat

how I was given water and food by horizons

endlessness was drowning me into infinity

surrounding was transforming me into all beings

light was caressing the landscape – warmth was pleasing every being

forever

swaying

meandering

circling

you

within

me

i

you

within

me

i

within

you

Those who seek to rule a country by knowledge

Are the nation's curse.

Those who seek not to rule a country by knowledge

Are the nation's blessing.

Lao Tzu in Chapter 65

Because he [the Sage] does not contend,

No one in the world can contend against him.

Lao Tzu in Chapter 66

through life I have the experience of God

through walking I’m touching God

through creating I’m living God

through singing I am God

I wrote down these four blessings last night being half asleep

you

are

my

poem

ouch

the more poems the more immortality

clitoris

is

an

ally

of

immortality

penis

head

is

a

child

of

immortality

poem

is

immortality

couples on the road

hand in hand in the same will and joy

through the harmony of agreement and goodness and beauty of their names

heroes of the Miroslav Mandic book

You and I

Whirlpool and Whirlwind

Rose and Path

Good and Beauty

Pussy and Cock

Please and Thank You

Powerful and Tender

Closeness and Distance

Tranquillity and Appeasement

Poet and Artist

Acting and Being

Dancing and Singing

Thoughtfulness and Watchfulness

Creating and Singing

Serving and Love-Kissing

Patience and Endurance

Approval and Agreement

Snuggling and Nestling

Insouciance and Unreasonableness

yesterday as well I saw swallows

heavenly holiday

they were flying above the river

then abruptly into the blue sky

festival of joy

yesterday’s 2673^rd day in the Miroslav book

was wondrous because it joined 81^st time 33 days and

33^rd time of Lao Tzu whose book Tao consists of 81 chapters

wondrous meeting of number 33 and number 81 out of

which comes to the wondrous meeting of number 6 and number 9

poetry of swallows and numbers

I was walking for the first time this year with bare torso

poetry of air

again I started reading Ralph Waldo Emerson

I wrote

through life I have the experience of God

through walking I’m touching God

through creating I’m living God

through singing I am God

singing

creating

walking

living

poem

work

walk

life

we are all together on one path

Everybody and Everything

I’m winking at You within Your heart

Your heart is trembling form I feel so nice

more renunciation more life

trembling

one doesn’t live out of that but one lives for that

swallow’s

squeal

is

two swallows are kissing while flying

my verve for swallows makes my verve for sparrows even bigger

a

shadow

flew-by

on

the

asphalt

swallow

I’m

lifting

my

head

up

in

order

to

see

them

swallows

I’m

taking

photos

of

grass

sky

young

moon

swallows

today

swallows

tomorrow

swallows

girl from the fifth floor waved at me this morning

lady bird on the grass blade

life

is

god

Ralph Waldo Emerson who was going daily for

a long number of years on the grave of his wife Ellen

grace of slow walking blends into the grace of thoughts

grace of thoughts is carried away by the grace of warm wind

warm wind is massaging my auras

it brings the motes that stings my bare legs

tenderness leads to modesty

modesty is constant tenderness

midday of love which is actually ringing to me

ants on the road

long worms

a young man is drinking beer in the shade

a woman with tattooed leaves on her hand

few hours long kissing of two women

thirst

spinach

nettles

massaged ears and feet

doodling a doodle

fragrance from Your mouth

tranquillity that makes You sleepy

peaceful snooze

harmlessness

horse’s chest

lady bird’s wings

basil on the balcony

drawing of the Numbers

evening walk

tender modesty

modest continuity

Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words which are waiting for me

I started off. ants are already walking

sun has already started to burn

I’m walking slowly in order to pump the blood through all my nerves

here are first poppies

I’m daydreaming

I’m taking a photo of one poppy in the grass

greenness of the woods is in front of me. I’ll get into it now

with each step I’m everywhere

I am a being that walks for all beings

being in which all beings are walking

ants are joyfully walking

I’m in the woods’ greenery

the woods are fragrant

I’m watching the trees and the trees are watching me

I’m enjoying the tall trunks

I’m smiling at the tree bark

trunk is the tree’s path

path into the heights

I’m listening to my steps. they are emitting tranquillity and peace

through smile I’m absorbing everything in myself

everything that ever existed everything that

exists now and everything that will ever exist is within me

I’m walking that everything

all of that is singing me

two old people are gently holding their hands

sweated older man with blissful gaze is watching young girl’s ass

sex is the mating of life with eternity

nobleness of pleasure is in the happiness of all beings

there is more joy in a whiff of wind then in the great wealth

I am a whiff to the all-soul

there are more early swimmers on the nudist beach

water is clear. pebbles are sparkling

patience is very sexual – loneliness so supple

we’ll pour that water to fuck with life

says joyfully a beautiful girl without one hand to her sister

I’m walking for three kilometres now and I’m not able

to write anything because I’m not in the state of poem

the state of poem is the state of all-permeating

the state of the one

all states in one and only state

the state of the first word

with the first word all words are existing

there is the first word in every word

word grass in the word grass

word work in the word work

word gift in the word gift

the state of poem

this

is

tattooed

poem

through

which

god

sings

on my back

I’m watching one stone

I’m watching one woman who is getting out of the car

I’m watching two Chinese women talking over the phone

I feel how a drop of sweat is sliding down my neck

I rub my hair with my hand and drops of sweat are tingling the skin on my shoulders

I haven’t taken the photo of the grass yet

I am the face

I am really excited by the beauty of the words I am the face

while I was taking the jackstone out of my insole a woman who

was passing by was watching how I was putting the sock with the insole

I’m walking from one to the other side of the city

over the seven hills and valleys

from Padina to Karaburma

I’m more so the Universe than I’m in the Universe

face to face with the grass that I’m taking the photo of

life is a temple to the life

everyday life is a temple of eternity in every day

I love big words

through eternity everything is eternal

there it is the Danube – wow I’ll be swimming

I’m watching it spreading meandering and going towards its confluence

each step of mine contains all beauties of this world

everything there is within me

me and wind are affirming ourselves

on the entrance of the woods a robin always sings

goats’ shit is smelling in the woods

path in the woods has dried out from last week’s rains

workers are mowing the grass around the lake

I’m walking slowly – resting my brain

letting our mind at ease is very important

because that’s how the brain is getting its food on its own

maybe I’ll have a swim tomorrow in the lake

how grass fells pleasant on the bare feet

I took the jackstone out my sandal

air is my pillow

I’m waiving to the poppies

I hear the silence of the street through which I’m passing through

I close my eyes

relax my face

slight smile buds

I’m walking

it’s warm

sea is in my nose

I’m walking and imagining how I’m lying in the warm on the warm sand

I remember how I used to jump into the water

enjoy the chirping of birds

I’m letting goodness to pour down from

the top of my head down my spine towards the feet

you remember that I call energy goodness

goodness beauty have flown next to my shoulder

lizard bugs

dignity of everything that is moving

everything is moving

dancing

love-kissing

languages are dancing with each other

they are drinking their own juices

through the blood vessels they are feeding whole body with goodness

grace within the cells

little butterfly on the path

a crow is cowing high in the tree top

a lump of moss has fallen from the tree

across from that ants have made their path

deep in the woods a rooster crows

bees are drinking water from a little paddle on the path

million happenings on each square inch of the ground

water of the lake smells good

if I don’t go for a swim I will at least step into it

when I came to the shore a big frog jumped into the water

I’m taking off my sandals socks and insoles

I stepped into the water

it’s cold

if I go for a swim I will grow in my eyes

I went for a swim

it was marvellously cold

it was prickly

coldness was feeling nicer and nicer and it was warmer and warmer

afterwards I laid down on the warm pebbles

two-three times I moved a bunch of pebbles on my prostate to warm it up

I’m crying from joy because I was in the water

to be in the ground

to be in water

to be in the air

to be in the light

to be within self

within God

God

I’m standing and watching a fly on the rock

self-massaging and self-caressing

gentleness is goodness

goodness is a good boy who asked me yesterday please

do You know where is a playground around here. and when I showed

him that it’s just twenty yards away he turned around and poignantly thanked me

goodness is a content of beauty – beauty is a form of goodness

from last night’s rain the path through the woods is wet again

greenery is greener

I’m thinking of the painters who were painting only with paints

dew on the grass is shimmering

from last night’s rain the temperature of the air dropped so there is no swimming today

wind is miraculous

so is that wooden stick on the pebbles

for few days now boat races are taking place on the lake

rowers are rowing

wind is miraculous

slow walking is miraculous

transformation is miraculous

the Transformation that I gave to one person to transform is miraculous as well

miracle is a priori

transformation before the transformation

wavy

wave after wave

snooze me snoozing

smile me smiling

I’m dragging my sandals over the asphalt in glory of insouciance

ice-cream selling man is eating ice-cream

four boys are jumping over the bouncy tires

sun is shimmering on a little green bug which is crossing my way

it’s nice to be pensive

to drift away

to get out of oneself and let the body rest and walk on its own

mind of mine rest my soul

soul of mine rest my body

body of mine may my mind and my soul find tranquillity within you

I’m lifting this body in glory of all bodies

I’m lifting this soul in glory of all souls

I’m lifting this mind in glory of one and only mind

I love-kiss You God I love-kiss You

let’s go

into the deep cold water of the warm day

I was swimming today as well

first I was lying on the warm pebbles

I was an infant in the arms of grace

being was flowing through me

I was the very being

I was the very grace

being grace

I wanted to share that with You

with somebody

anybody

everybody

I got up and went into the water

the grace of warmth was replaced by the grace of coldness

I was swimming slowly and watching into the sky and all of that happened with You

with somebody

anybody

everybody

it’s nice to be in big water

in one water in all water

I was resting

renewing

with brain

spine

with ohm

with moment

with pebble of the warm day

with apricot of sweetness

enjoyment is a holly duty

enjoyment is milk of goodness

through enjoyment cells are resurrecting

here

I’m going

mowed grass smells good

a girl who is passing by me is drinking coffee

while walking and smiling to somebody within herself

rain has washed the air

I’m surrendering to the greenery to the wind in blueness of the sky

Jasuka and Zeljko are coming for a visit today

Jasuka has translated my Autobiography

and How Come This is in My Hands to Japanese

pure calligraphy

picture of poetry

that’s me walking towards you

yesterday I didn’t do the Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings and I won’t do it for a while

I would like to rest outside on Sundays

in God’s hanging around

to walk a bit into nowhere

to stare

to dawdle

to enjoy

enjoy

enjoyment is life’s enjoying in ourselves

life enjoys so that it can be enjoyed

life is free-of-charge

remedial

it’s fragrant

the art of living enjoys the life of art

enthralling slowness

a fourteen year old boy has stopped in front of the church and started praying

grass has grown to the knees

for the first time this year I’m watching roses

scorching hot sun in the end of the walking

in a short while I will see Jasuka and Zeljko

I’m always excited before the encounter

I would love to type in the blessings before they come

and then peacefully go towards them

from today in all blessings John Maeda will be present

a moment ago Zeljko draw my attention to him

I parted with Jasuka and Zeljko

I’m watching the top of an old walnut tree

sublime is in everything

I’m writing this blessing with the harmony of voice

a magpie has flown in front of me

I’m walking the streets of Bele Vode

I would really love to have an iPhone

to work with touch screens

to develop intuition

to the red roses on the fence of the Brace Vuckovic Street

I should patch the pocket of my jacket. it got ripped from the pencil which I’m holding in it

I’m enjoying the poppies and camomile

I will never stop wondering how poppies are beautiful

I will never stop wondering how anybody is beautiful

how good it is that something is beautiful

how beautiful it is that something is beautiful

good is good to me

beautiful is beautiful to me

good really needs beautiful

beautiful really needs good

I feel good I’m in goodness

I feel beautiful I’m in beauty

by the road

down the road

in the noise of cars

noise to the grass noise to me

green fruit of red cherries are bigger and bigger

Jasuka and Zeljko have been the first guests in the First House of All Beings

guests-hosts because in the house of all beings everybody is both guest and host

it was easy to dwell with them

I love to dwell easy

like a pit in a cherry

I in each I

I’m looking for a bench to sit and eat a banana

to write all today’s blessings outside in the air

there is a bench

and it’s also a bench with the kind of backrest I love

I’m sitting on the bench

I’m leaning my back

I’m watching the apartments of the building which is surrendering little concrete park

I don’t see anybody on the windows and balconies

does anybody see me

sun generated warmth relaxes me

everything is so beautiful

wind smells good

banana is melting in my mouth

I’m crushing it with my tongue so that I can better feel its taste

third bite

I always enjoy the tranquillity after everything being done

this is the tranquillity before I do everything

tranquillity so that I would do everything

fifth and last bite of the banana

turtledove coos from the top of the building

a pigeon has flown to the dove on the window of the eighth floor

I would love to enter any of buildings as little as possible

any cinemas. museums. galleries. libraries. bookstores. theatres. cultural institutions

cafés. banks. offices. post-offices. health centres. municipal buildings. shops

I love the building of openness

open skies of all-life

I’m getting up

I’m turning around towards the bench waving at it and smiling

it was good to me that bench

I turn around towards it once again

it’s made out of concrete with three green

boards for sitting and two green boards for the backrest

great poetry affirms and sings really everything

I picked up from the asphalt one red close-pick

cherry leaves are touching my forehead

I am a singer of the face

every face that comes towards me

every face is a blessing

traces of life

ex beauties – future old people

everything is written on the face

face novel

hey thymes along the road

white roses

creaking of a tram in a curve

I’m reaching out with my fingers through the air – I feel Your soul is soft

misery of mind is that it wants to reign

ugliness of knowledge is that it wants to rule

mind discovers only when it admires

knowledge has sense only when it serves

smallest is the measure of everything

weakest is the support for everything

all my blessings are melodies of the day

all my blessings are harmonies of the night

sometimes day is nothing else but my dancer

sometimes night is nothing else but my singer

innocence is so exciting and calming

I’m greeting You railroad which I’m crossing

You smell of tar and nostalgia

it’s nice to know that everything is water

I’m using these days to swim some more in the cold water

it’s nice to know that knowledge also yearns for singing

it’s nice to know that admiration is not knowledge

it’s nice to know that serving is a bud of freedom

it’s nice to know that the art of serving is serving the smallest and weakest

it’s nice to experience that in each blessing of mine You can

drink feed Yourself sleep and that there is also money for You in it

it’s nice to experience that love prints new money

it’s nice to experience that creation gives birth to the life itself

shimmering of the snail’s trace

bucket full of still water

rotten board on the edge of the well

willow’s wicker awaits for the knitted baskets

traces of the tea on the table

beams of light from river boats are streaking across the banks in the dark

dried out rose petals

knotted bread basket

smell of hemp throws

sticking to the big tree trunks

lacing-up the sneakers

smell of knees

boat is detaching from the bank and surrendering to the water maelstrom

secret signs on the body

hand on the stomach

taste of peanuts

panties in the grass left from the intercourse

thighs of health

joy of the throat

sisterhood

dust

husband of plants

bottom of the peak

an Indian

satisfied clit

hot pebbles

cold water

fellow travellers by bravery

all the words in a smile

wording

is everything that words are doing to all beings called like that

deep goodness

beauty of a snail

immortality and glory to all snails that I accidentally stepped on

red cup is taking from the bucket full of still water

yesterday in this place Mirjana Lukic renewed injury of the calf muscle on her left leg

on the road to the woods and swimming we were

crossing the road where it’s not supposed to be crossed

a car showed up behind the curve in huge speed

we run and Mirjana’s muscle ruptured again

may all of that be good for her

god-fearing

insouciant

reasonless

today I was swimming on my own

I felt mild fuckability of big nostrils

I remembered mildness in the saying being smaller than a poppy seed

I was daydreaming of the sound of coins falling

on top of the coins of compassion all around the Planet

water in the lake is warmer and warmer

maybe I’ll go in the evening for a swim as well since

tomorrow will be much colder and there won’t be swimming for few days

I also washed the linen today instead of tomorrow so that it could dry in the sun

do You remember washed laundry which is drying outspread over the grass

thumb and index finger joined in a circle

everything prickles from early sexuality

everything flickers in calm sexuality

life surrenders to life

heart that beats in Your chests supplies blood to all beings

Mo

Mo is a beauty from Canada whose photo I’ve been sent to one of these days

Mo lives alone

Mo is thoughtful and with her thoughtfulness she guards the world

Mo is grass

Mo the sun

I’m waving to Mo – Mo is waving to all beings

some other Mo – Monika Seles – who helped me a lot with

her bravery as a girl before the Rose of Wandering lives in the USA

one is Mo

world is saved

warmth of washed linen smells beautifully

after the spinning I will spread the second washed batch

it will be dry by the evening

the one that is outspread over the grass will also get dry