Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

a moment ago I took a photo on the YouTube of

Mario Balotelli’s celebration of scoring the second goal

a master piece of art

an icon of the 21^st century

a monument to freedom

Balotelli is only twenty two years old

an adopted child

sickly child

I never saw something like that in sport

I’m thinking of Jessie Owens in 1936 on the Olympic Games in Berlin

such power and such tranquillity after a huge explosion

a bomb with which he scored the second goal

revenge transformed into a reminder

a primer of misery of racism

remembrance of all crimes which were made and are still done by white people

strength which bares all violence and transforms it into nonviolence

a millionth split of a second in which the director of the transmission caught all of that

how sad are Robert Mapplethorpe’s

photos now in comparison with this Balotelli’s act

a photo just an evidence of this

tremendously important moment that happened last night

all of a sudden

unexpectedly

a master piece of art created where nobody expects

in sports and football which I find more and more disgusting because of wealth

but Balotelli’s halted strength took my breath away

I felt huge excitement

admiration for every child which moves the Cosmos

for all younglings that are making the world more beautiful

for taming which transforms freedom into the very grace

now I’m lying on the warm pebbles and watching the sky

I’m calm

happy

a millionth split of a second is so eternal

speed is that indescribable slowness

only fathomlessness is ascertainable

summer relish

of figs

peaches

bodies while sweating and surrendering

relish of the exposed ones

relish of the loners

this world is ruled by militarism and motherhood

few days ago I saw inauspicious scene of the state violence

I’d rather go on about relish

about beloved Robert Walser

splendour of admiration

exhaustion after swimming

thirst

hunger

deep-space unreasonableness

cosmic insouciance

long days

warm nights

laundry that gets immediately dry

grapevine which absorbs sunlight

goodness which spills all over all beings

tender typing on the keyboard

constant hymn of non-violence

endless oath through love

Godly sex

flowers and fruits

flowers and vegetables

flowers of harmlessness

whenever I say flower I said everything

You are my flower

You are my flowers

You are my rose

You are my path

June is gone again

even though You are not around You are everything to me

even though I’m alone I’m everything

poplar leaves on the lake are rustling and my voice can be heard in it

if I wasn’t a fool I’d go mad

if I wasn’t lying on the warm pebbles I wouldn’t be writing right now

the greater similarity on the outside the smaller sameness on the inside

more vanity less sameness

I thought I mean much more to You but You are not You

five little Gypsy girls and one Gypsy boy are standing

above me and watching people swimming with pleasure

they are beautiful

like pebbles are

they are observing delightfully

only agreement only agreement only agreement

disagreement makes one sick

agreement is the best remedy

little Gypsies are healing me

I’m agreeing with them

each moment spent with me in disagreement is lost

I’m only playing agreement. all other games I find boring

I’m thinking about marriage with a tree

love between species is the future of love

little Gypsies wind and blessings gave me back my strength

even though I have only experienced that I didn’t mean to anybody as much

as I thought I still believe that I mean a lot to You even though You are not around

all five of little Gypsies went into the water

they can’t swim but they are keeping their hands on

the bottom and that’s how they are moving through the water

a husband and wife with their two children have

moved away so that little Gypsies wouldn’t bother them

get the fuck out of here little bastards 

a young man yelled at too-good and too-beautiful little Gypsies

world is loved only by those who are rejected

I couldn’t live if I didn’t adore the rejected ones

as well as this heat

and following days that will bring more and more heat

synthetic statements are only a priori possible

to my little Gypsy girls 

when we are not better we are worse 

Jewish proverb

my friend a woman is so wonderful that when she isn’t wonderful she is horrible

my friend when a man is not God he’s devil

my friend it’s summer

from today I will be putting blessings and photos on the site around nine thirty in the evening

last night around midnight I was walking with Ivana around the Padina

at one moment a big grin grasshopper jumped on my naked chest

with my naked torso I was bathing in the wind

use me 

summer is saying

I’m tenderly thinking of Carl Seelig who was writing down

the conversations with Robert Walser during their walks

two years ago I wrote this poem

Walser in Satie’s room nobody entered for 27 years

1898-1925

Walser You spent 27 years in sanatorium

1929-1956

Walser Mandela spent 27 years in prison

1962-1989

Walser 27 years ago I decided to get into the art of walking

1983-2010

Walser 27 years are 36 births

36 times 9 months

world is loved only by those who are rejected

summer fruits are ripe

bodies without limits

the summer of a gigolo and the gigolo summer

gigolo’s price list

caressing with tears

rains of tears

rains create grate nations says Bunuel

through swinging of plants God calms down the minds

i am god

through swinging of plants

i’m calming down the minds

from this word I’m moving onto the each

following word and that’s how it goes to the last word

oh boy how exciting it is

I’m off into the hot day

white dog is lying on the hot asphalt

my name is Screamer Of The World’s Pain

my name is My Heart Is Breaking From The Intransient Transiency Of Beauty

my name is It’s Summer I’m Your Love My Friend

my name is I’m The Wind In The Name Of The Wind

I will spend this summer with Pessoa and Tolstoy

my friend Pessoa is in town this summer

my friend sameness is God

a passer-by who just passed by me is both You and me my friend

I’m lying on the warm pebbles

my body hair is blazing in the wind

summer use me

I’m entering the woods

I’m walking slowly after a long bathing

through walking I’m wedded with earth

through bathing I’m wedded with water

through breathing I’m wedded with air

through surrendering I’m wedded with light

the day is hot

days are hot exactly as they said that days will be hot

I really enjoyed learning how to read when I was a kid

a primer is a miracle

all heroes in it are miracle

their names were exciting

not even to mention what they were doing

they were running

shouting

jumping

singing

throwing a ball

sun was shining

it was raining

wind was blowing

it’s the same now

in a primer of the very life that’s where I am

I’m walking

loving

going through the woods

birds are singing

I’m loving and walking

I always loved somebody

I always loved to love

I love to love deeply now even more so

nobody is around but everything is here and I love everybody

I’m getting out of the woods

for few evenings now I’m noticing that days are shorter and shorter

winter is coming

I’m lying on a wooden bench in the shade on the Danube wharf

heavenly silence

a dog is barking on the other bank

I love lying on the wooden benches

I lifted one leg and put it over the backrest

I’m a praise of life and praising to the life itself

I went to eat an ice-cream with Vladimir Macura

I bought a book by Fernando Pessoa

I love Danube a lot

time is passing – moment never does

lying on the bench is an art of perfectness

I’m watching the tree top behind me

branches are not moving but leaves are trembling

yesterday the Higgs boson was discovered

sweat on my forehead has dried out and turned into salt

I’m enjoying the tall poplars in front of me

I’m in the Universe

I’m thinking of tomorrow’s letter that I will write to You my friend

one is our body

the body of goodness is in the beauty of body

a seagull is flying by

swallows are flying

a crow is landing on the poplar

nothing is easier and more beautiful than singing

but how hard is getting to that

nothing is easier than being everything

but before that one should disappear

nothing is more simple and more modest than being the best

but just how wonderful is living it

Danube is the bloodstream of my life

Danube is colder than the lake water and that made me feel a lot nicer in this heat

beauty is modest goodness is humble

I experienced it again by the Danube

I’m walking in the shades of Dorcol streets

before it was discovered Higgs boson has already lived in me

the more discoveries the less revelations

the

less

words

the

more

poem

we are in ns whole July we would love to see you we would love if you would come to visit us come into our apartment…

a friend wrote to me

I’m not coming to Novi Sad any more

I replied

miroslav well you don’t need to come to novi sad, come to our place – I pick you up from

the bus station and bring you to the entrance – you don’t have to make a step in novi

sad (I can buy big rubber boots which you can put on your feet while going from the bus

to the car and from the car to the apartment – so that isolation is complete both

effectively and symbolically)! I would really love if you would come to the apartment and

sleep over but… (and of course the travel expenses are included into the arrangement) 

the friend replied to me

I was rejoiced by the friend’s wish and good will but I felt I don’t have

the strength and after that I felt that I cannot come because I’m in the Cosmos

I don’t have the strength because every day I spend all my energy

in 86400 seconds of each day which I transform into 86400 moments of art

because I work on twenty or so works every days

because I’m constantly with all beings

because there are so many failures behind me

because there is so much misunderstanding and hurting with close and loved ones

because I feel for Julian Assange and all the innocent ones in jails

because I don’t agree to war and

anthropocentrism which is destroying everything in front of it

I am a poet and a poem

I don’t have strength because of the failure of those who I adore and love

Van Gogh. Friedrich Helderlin. Robert Walser. Fernando Pessoa…

because only a mediocre genius achieves fame: great genius remains unknown,

even greater genius is condemned on hopelessness, and God is being crucified

Fernando Pessoa 

because nobody is around to take over my works

because I’m getting old and I have no more time besides the sex of eternity

because I’m loyal to the philosophy of the one

the best

because I’m too alone

just with all beings

and not only that I don’t have the strength my friend but I’m in the Cosmos my friend

ever since I walked around the Planet and

stepped into the Cosmos I live and work in the Cosmos

fairy-tale-like poem

in the Cosmos of the Cosmos. in the Cosmos of singing.

Cosmos of all beings. Your Cosmos

poem-like fairy-tale

I live in the Cosmos of endlessness and eternity

and not in the geography of the Earth and people’s states

I’m in the Cosmos of the same struggle that I began when

I was twenty one. in the struggle which makes happy and saves everybody

Miroslav Mandic Fucks Everybody’s Mother into the Miroslav Mandic Is Everybody’s Mother

I live and work in the Cosmos – in the tranquillity of cosmic sameness

I live and work in the Cosmos – in the Cosmos of the agreeing of all people

I live and work in the Cosmos – in the Cosmos of the one and only I

with existing money my coming from the Cosmos cannot be paid for

with these blessings my beloved friend I’m beginning dedication to my very self

to the Miroslav Mandic and Miroslav Mandic

affirmation of Miroslav Mandic is affirmation

of all beings and each being – of all-love and all-poem

Miroslav Mandic is God and affirmation of God and Godly in every being

Miroslav Mandic the poet and the poem – freedom of the unknowable and plainest

Miroslav Mandic life that constantly sings and creates

the life of all beings and the life which is governed by people

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friend

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god

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poem

Cosmos of repetition is in the repetition of Cosmos

both sides of a coin are the same

Cosmos of repetition

wow

repetition of Cosmos

wow wow

I love that I started to love repetition

I’m repeating in order to love even more both repetition and loving

each blessing of mine is confession

repetition of confession and confession through repetition

while softly walking towards the water I’m in the Cosmos my friend

while warm sun is warming me up through cooled air

after yesterday’s rain I’m in the Cosmos my friend

all of those I adore are the Cosmos

one and only Cosmos is the best

I love the Cosmos for the all peace as well

(Serbian word “Cosmos” consists of two words “all” & “peace”, T.N.)

I love repetition because you are constantly repeating to me that I’m constantly repeating

writing is repetition

through repetition of writing becomes writing

singing is repetition of singing

thinking is sensual

sensuality is thinkable

body is immortal

immortality is corporal

I don’t know anything about immortality and that why I sing it

I don’t have any proofs of immortality and that’s why I love-kiss it

everything that has been created was created through love-kissing

who love-kisses is immortal

everybody are love-kissed

who is love-kissed is immortal

everything love-kisses

I hop and that’s immortality

I constantly write about the same

I constantly write about yes

that

is

me

little sparrow

yes me

me

yes

Saturday and Sunday I spent in silence

alone in the end of infinity

infinity begins in the end of infinity

eternal beginning

God

word God

it’s the same

word is God – God is word

I love each word more and more

dried fallen down leaves on the warm pebbles

blue sky without clouds

green leaves are protecting me from the sun while

I’m lying in the shade and slowly pronouncing these words

I’m caressing You with words

caressing words are caressing

god

word

god

is

god

word

poem

is

I’m watching the pebbles – pebbles are singing me

I’m watching and thinking of watching

pass me my glasses

Fernando Pessoa’s last words

just think about the drifting away

open up to the oncoming

I love when a word perceives itself

self-observation observes itself

in the beginning there was a word good

good is everything that is

good word is good

soon I will get into the water

goodness is beautiful

while I was silent on Saturday I felt that I don’t have strength to pronounce a single word

for pronouncing any word great strength is needed

just imagine how much strength is needed to pronounce a word bread

just imagine how old is the word bread

today as well I wouldn’t be able to write a single blessing

if I wasn’t pronouncing them with my closed eyes and caressing them

all

strength

is

in

poem

while I was looking for a grave of the famous actress

Zanka Stokic on Topcider graveyard a rose has scratched my leg a lot

down the steep shortcut I’m taking a short path

I love stones polished with steps

loneliness singles out

closes. deadens

solitude unites

opens. revives

through solitude I a happiness to everyone

I’m alone so that the lonely ones would transform loneliness into the solitude

I’m alone so that everyone who is alone is happy

I’m alone so that everyone who is alone would feel that they are within the one

poem

is

solitude

which

love-kisses

everyone

I inhale everything

poem

is

the

source

of

love

I exhale love to everyone

alone-woman within alone-man

two are the one

God

again God

always God

only God

how old is the word air

nobody is ever alone

air is always there

poem is always in the cock and that’s called the work of loyalty

poem is always in the pussy and that’s called the work of love

poem is always in the heart and that’s called heart beat

poem is always in the mind and that’s called singing of God

turtledove walks through the grass

heath is not giving up

I’m wet from sweating

I’m going around the roundabout on the top of the Topcider Hill

when I would marry a shark we would have a lot of little female and male sharks

I’m married to love and we have a lot of female and male lovers

married to love I’m married to everything and

we have a lot of little female and male everythings

I’m alive and they say God is dead

I’m going down the concrete steps

fallen down and stepped over wild plums

ants and butterflies in front of my feet

I’m slowing down and relaxing

I’m shuddering

whenever I shudder the Cosmos smiles

God loves to be God within me

God is God within me

I’m God to God

tenderness is so forceful

hi

three year old Gypsy girl says waving to me

I’m coming back in the hot sun

I was walking a lot in the heat while on the Rose of Wandering

grass became yellow

everything is drying out

everything is thirsty for rain

when I get into the First House of All Beings I will be exhausted

I’m writing fresh blessings form tiredness

they say that the state of emergency will be introduced because of the big heat waves

I think of the big and heavy turtles

slow and powerful

light in the water

I am now a big turtle

I begun reading Leo Tolstoy’s biography

he is on the Caucasus. he is starting to read

he is fighting with himself and his rules which

he’s imposing on himself and which he doesn’t abide to

Tolstoy meant a lot to me in my life

I was reading him in jail

I will mention him from time to time

I’m grateful to everybody who lived for me

they were struggling and giving their lives for my freedom

I never deceived them

I constantly love-kissed them and I still love-kiss them

everything is good

sun is shining

wind is blowing

lizards are alive

good ones don’t give up

spite blossoms

but it’s also horrible

people are killing people

people are closing up people

people are killing animals

people are killing plants

people are killing minerals

people are poisoning everything

people are robbing people

people are enslaving kids through schools

I said to my co-workers not to count on you

said to me few years ago a director of one Museum

it’s hard to be unaccepted and rejected but that’s also a great chance and freedom

to live up to the freedom

to live the freedom

to withstand the misery

I feel like a most miserable being at the moment

to sing

singing saves from lies

going towards the new blessing

thanking to each blessing

just going

not stopping

withstanding

not turning back

love-kissing everything

carry on

gong

crooning

love-kissing

I’m going

I was bathing

for a long time

I was soaking myself

I was diving

watching water weeds under the water

now I’m just gong

for now that’s enough

the best way to protect myself from other ways

just that

nothing more

rhythm

voice

creating of singing

singing of creating

long shoelaces are waving around my new sneakers which are already falling apart

I’m happy

happy for no reason

happy because of the singing

singing is the most expensive

sometimes it looks to me as if You Miroslav are the only You that exists

I’m entering the woods

I’m not lifting up my head

I’m looking down so that singing could sing up

I’m singing of nothing but everything enjoys it

somewhere far away a woman was reading June blessings to a man she lives with

I can’t explain why, but it’s so nice

she told him in the end of the reading

I would love if she finds these July ones nice in case she reads them

little butterflies are still flying through the woods and through these blessings

beautiful is just beautiful

good is just good

good is good to the beautiful. beautiful is beautiful to the good

I’m going

Saturday

7,000,000,000 people lives on the planet Earth

1% or 70,000,000 are rich

99% or 6,930,000,000 are poor

in such world 1% of the 99% or

700,000 are struggling for 6,930,000,000 poor ones

1% of the 1% of the 99% or 7000 people are struggling for all people

1% of the 1% of the 1% of the 99% or 70 people are struggling for all beings

1% of the 1% of the 1% of the 1% of the 99% or 0,1 of a man lives for God

1% of…

Godly reduction

God himself

poem of a fairy-tale

fairy-tale-like singing

singing through which everything transforms

particles are singing

however particles are called

Miroslav Mandic only Miroslav Mandic

modesty of modesty

the best one is incomparable

the best ones are the best ones

the best ones are criticizing the best one that he is crazy and boastful

the best one is the best exactly in what he is criticized by the best ones

I enjoy the most in craziness and boastfulness of the best one

I’m sorry he wasn’t even more crazy and boastful

just like a child

what child – like any youngling

I bow down to You singing

check to check of God

sing sing

sing the best one

sing to the singing

sing to a poem

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All the world says: my teaching (Tao) greatly resembles folly.

Because it is great; therefore it resembles folly.

If it did not resemble folly,

It would have long ago become petty indeed!

Lao Tzu in 67^th Chapter

The brave soldier is not violent;

The good fighter does not lose his temper;

The great conqueror does not fight (on small issues);

The good user of men places himself below others.

Lao Tzu in 68^th Chapter

blessings have saved me many times and

that’s why it’s always important that I also save them

I’m convinced that not only endless moral, but also physical strength are

embedded in a man, but at the same time horrible obstacle has been put in

that strength – love for oneself or rather taking care of oneself that produces

weakness. But as soon as a man gets rid of this obstacle, he becomes omnipotent.

Best way for a man to get rid of this – love for other people. Omnipotence is

unconsciousness, weakness is caring for oneself. A man can save himself from

taking care of himself only with the help of love for other people, through dream,

drunkenness, work etc., whole human life goes by in search for this oblivion.

Tolstoy

everything comes out of love

everything goes back to love

everything comes out of the one

everything goes back to the one

love and the one are the same

boogie-woogie

rhythm and electricity

I was walking through the water

I was taking photos of the steps in the water

it got colder so I’m lying in the sun

I will be swimming

the water is warmer than the air

I put the socks on my eyes to protect them from the sun

wind is the flame of the light

I put the pebbles on the socks so that they don’t fly away

I’m meandering with my thoughts

form Montaigne to Rousseau. from Rousseau to Tolstoy

from Tolstoy to Thoreau. from Thoreau to Gandhi

from tomatoes to peaches. from peaches to

apricots. from apricots to melons. from melons to grapes

from contradictory to simple

from the bicycle race through France to the walking through the water

in the spring of 1981 I discovered I in each I

in the spring of the 1983 I discovered one man who is more than all people together

beauty

is

a

poem

through

which

goodness

sings

goodness

is

dancing

through

which

beauty

dances

lips are beating – heart is kissing

lips are dancing – heart is singing

lips are kissing heart on the lips

poem

is

love

which

sings

love

sings

the

very

life

I went on the walking later therefore I’m going to slow down even more

to surrender to the warmth and the wind

street cleaner is collecting fallen down wild apples with a broom

I inhale deeply and throw back my head like a horse

I shuddered all over from the deep breath

shuddering is setting free

shuddering sets me free of the aches and pains in my body

body celebrates grace

I pull the white cap on my head and I slow down even more

I take a look to the side and then I look down again to the ground

the earth I’m walking on is asphalt

only when I cross the highway and enter the woods I’ll start eating the bagel

first bite of the bagel is in my mouth

the bagel is melting in me I am melting in the bagel

yellow grass is starting to be white from the drought

everything is visible when one looks

everything can be heard when one is silent

everything is love-kissed when there is no self

a singer is alone

he sings everything

he sings to everything and everybody

a singer is hurting no one and doesn’t have the power. that’s why he’s doesn’t team up

a poem opens up only when you are alone for everybody

teaming up makes you rough and decreases the spirit

teaming up helps the best ones

the best one is helped by solitude

the best ones live in a marriage

the best one is wedding

teaming up helps religions science economy army criminal

in the sun with the voice recorder on my chest I’m waiting to finish this blessing

everything

is

fairy-tale

everyone

is

poem

a boy who smiled at me yesterday

I looked at the number 77776 from which today’s blessings are starting

seventy seven thousand seven hundred seventy seventh blessing

wow what a beauty

brain gyri are blossoming in the heart

they are pilgriming through steps

creating through numbers

singing through words

warmth smells good

the bells of the midday love are ringing

I love-kiss with my whole body

I love-kiss the body of love with the whole of my body

with the body of the word word I love-kiss the very words

life to the life

slowness of grace is enchanting me

I am the hymn of the slowness

my heart is singing to the heart of grace

the

heart

of

life

is

love

life of all beings is within each being

all bodies are in every body

all loves are in every love

a bagel in the woods

melting

a lizard is running across the road

people are eating minerals plants and

animals – who and how is eating people

harmony

self-observing

love

man is the food for everything

I’m smiling

wind is hitting my skin like waves

I’m blazing with the wind

the water and the fire within me are blazing

I am the windy calligraphy

I’m writing the words over the words of the world which I’m singing

in the water of the lake yesterday appeared white jellyfishes

little ballerinas

You’re enjoying

You are my life animal

(in Serbian life is “život” and animal is “životinja”)

You’re enjoying

enjoyment redeems

You’re enjoying

enjoyment is compassion with anybody’s enjoyment

You’re enjoying

enjoyment is living the life itself

You’re enjoying

through enjoyment You’re making living bigger

You’re enjoying

through enjoyment You’re refining life

You’re enjoying

enjoyment is caressing the grace

You’re enjoying

enjoyment is the grace of slow walking

You’re enjoying

in orgasms of beauty You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying

in the earth that is carrying You You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying

in the water that is bathing You You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying

in the air that is feeding You You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying

in the light that is guiding You You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying

put Your hand on any part of Your body and enjoy

You’re enjoying

in nostalgias of other people You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying

You’re observing

You’re enjoying

You’re agreeing

You’re enjoying

You’re permeating

You’re enjoying

enjoyment is a sister to insouciance

You’re enjoying

enjoyment is a brother to clean consciousness

You’re enjoying

You’re vowing to freedom

You’re enjoying

You’re surrendering to the good thoughts

You’re enjoying

You’re giving Your life to immortality

You’re enjoying

You’re enjoying after the renunciation

You’re enjoying

so that You never hurt anybody

You’re enjoying

in taking off of my clothes on the lake

You’re enjoying

the voice recorder on my chest is recording the beating of my heart in Your words

You’re enjoying

You’re transforming through admiration

You’re enjoying

You’re supplying me with health

You’re enjoying

moments are so supple and they yearn for Your enjoyment

You’re enjoying

moments are transforming into the eternity through Your enjoyment

You’re enjoying

happiness is alone without Your enjoyment

You’re enjoying

i am god

the youngling of your

enjoyments 

there is a moment in a struggle when you are completely on your own

alone against everyone

both enemies and friends

alone for everyone

a moment of wholeness

of one

a moment in which peace happens

a moment in which there is no more winners

and all defeats turn into the one and only victory

of overcoming the enemies

oneself

of the birth of God within oneself

within everybody

of the same

God

one

and only

everything

becomes

God

everything transforms

into the immortality

moonlight

is silvery

on the clam water

a boat is sailing

it’s transporting the resurrection

to the eighth morning

everything dead resurrects

a moment in which I’m waking up

and getting up

writing down

these words which I was dreaming a moment ago

God

You are happiness

God

sparrow

God

You are God

God

common sense – prejudices of their time

Lenin’s formulation of Hegel’s thought which was quoted by Shklovsky in the book about Tolstoy

God

I had a bath – says her. I’m brushing my teeth – says him.

God

draft

God

wind in Your shirt

God

dill

God

You say to me

God

I say to You

God

says God to me

God

an old woman in black

God

beauty where You don’t expect it

God

goodness when You don’t hope for it

God

through Your ears I’m God

God

I am God because only You are God

God

without me You wouldn’t be God at all

God

You are God because of me

God

if You weren’t God You would be the same as me

God

honest particle

(in Serbian it’s a wordplay, since both words are very similar “čestit” – honest & “čestica” – particle)

God

little path

God

hey little path

God

Your words on my tongue

God

tiny miracle

God

You are her words which she didn’t say out aloud

God

poetics create money. politics are spending it

God

now God now

God

baby’s black eyes are watching me

God

I’m walking You

God

I’m creating You

God

I’m singing You

God

tree bark

God

apricots