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each

blessing

is

gentle

to

god

to

the

gentle

god

may

it

be

gentle

and

dear

everything

through

god

everything

to

god

every blessing is within each blessing

all blessings are melodies of a day

melodising of the tiniest

all of my blessings are harmonies of night

harmonising through the biggest

each blessing is a bridge between the beginning and the end

I’ve learned that through walking

the beginning of the end

the end of the beginning

mystery

grace

little

raspberry

unimportance of each blessing makes a blessing of each blessing

that’s how each blessing is the most important as well

only everything is important

only everything in each blessing is divine

fifteenth of August on each fifteenth of August

today is fifty four years since Milomir is gone

I love-kiss You my boy

personal mythology is a heart of each myth

a myth of each blessing is in its fragility

oh vulnerability

rejection

from the beauty of each blessing the goodness of all blessings depends on

from the innocence of all blessings suppleness of each blessing depends on

grass blades

canes

hey

let’s go hey

carefulness embraces kindness. kindness love-kisses carefulness

sanctity of anything

divine of anybody

christ

whoever

might

be

christ

a girl for sure

a boy certainly

all younglings

love and immortality

love of immortality

immortality of love

my statements are always and only fairy-tale-like

on the first day of Miroslav Mandic I wrote twenty seven blessings

writing is a life of God

this was the last twenty seventh blessing of that day

second day I decided to write 33 blessings every day

and since then – thanks to God – I’m managing to do that every day for last eight years

for a while I was insisting on it and I named them the art of 33

sometimes only with that persistent endeavour. that steady search

not backing down from the request. not giving up and sticking to that

belief can create what we have sensed and what we are called for

it took me long time to seize and let that rhythm permeate me

there are several totalities and waves in it

first from twelfth thirteenth fourteenth fifteenth blessing

second somewhere around twenty fourth blessing

when it’s obvious that the thing is already over

but actually then additional and unnatural effort is needed to carry on

that’s when the transformation begins

and it lasts to the end

33

You

33 in which You are

Christ

resurrection

You resurrection

resurrection through You

raspberries of divine grace

what You feel right now is my deepest bowing to You

through You I discovered that actually You are Christ

Ra. Osiris. Shiva. Vishnu. Tao. Zarathustra

Moses. Buddha. Mani. Mazdak. Muhammad…

I

I in each I

g

o

d

33

whoever

you

are

every day 33 blessings

33 days after every 33 days

33 days have calmed me down several times

I would think of what to write about that day but then today are 33 days again

a knit from 33 days

… has invited me politely to come on… when I thanked and said

that I’m not going anywhere he reproachfully told me you should come out

a bit already. I came out but others have crawled in – I answered. ok but I’m inviting

you – he said. I invited you forty years ago – I carried on. well where to come – he

asked. you’re invited – I said… soon we finished because the conversation

was turning into an altercation…

a road on which I went with the

Miroslav Mandic Fucks Everybody’s Mother

and on which everybody was invited

a path nobody joined me on

a path which continued with jail and decision to

go towards the sky has led me to the rhythm of 33 days

Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother

to the Cosmic Festival of Art and All-Life which is constantly from the beginning

of the world taking place every moment and in which all beings are participating

not only that everybody is invited but everybody is participating

openness

wholeness

oneness

God

raspberry of wholeness

wholeness of grace

everything is within God

but

there is no God in a lot of stuff

God doesn’t exclude anybody

God is excluded by a lot of them

God has invited everybody

God is not invited by a lot of them

that’s what it was all about in this conversation a while ago

I believe

those who are investing believe. those who know they charge

after the rhythm of 33 days comes the rhythm of 81 day

81 day is my loyalty to Lao Tzu and his Tao

I read it when I was nineteenth and I was permeated by that elusive beauty

unfathomable goodness which Lao Tzu has stated in 81 chapters

when 81 days have passed on that day I transcribe

several lines from two Lao Tzu’s chapters in the Miroslav Mandic

so far 81 day has passed 34 times

still shaken from the conversation that took place a moment ago

I hope I didn’t hurt anybody especially not the one who invited me

for the sake of everybody who I ever hurt I called myself Raspberry of Grace

(in Serbian “Raspberry of Grace” is also a word play, since the two words

that expression consists of are very similar – “Malina Miline”, T.N.)

come

all of my words resonate from the very beginning on the open ocean of all-existence

come

Julian Assange

come

Pussy Riot

first second third… blessing

eleventh twelfth thirteenth… blessing

hundred and first hundred and second hundred and third… blessing

one thousand first one thousand second one thousand third… blessing

ten thousand first ten thousand second ten thousand third… blessing

and here I am in seventy eight thousand six hundred seventy second blessing

there is another fifty thousand nine hundred twenty seven blessings in front of me

anyway what is true is fairy-tale like

rhyme

through

numbers

The inexplicable is our friend

Vvedensky

Pussy Riot were sentenced yesterday on two years of prison

when a state sentence a poet it falls apart after one or two decades

everyone who lives freedom is sentenced

freedom is sentenced because freedom sets free

Nadezhda mentioned Vvedensky in her defence. in my

defence I mentioned Rose is a rose is a rose by Gertrude Stein

360º of a rose of the horizontal circle

360º of a rose of the vertical circle

129.600 roses of constant circling

360 ˣ 360 gives the number 129.600

Miroslav Mandic book is a ball of the number 129.600

beauty of singing through a ball

ball

rhyme

beauty

numbers

one and only singing

ball-like poem

Cosmic Festival of the All-Life Art

it’s really horrible that I have to tell you that a friend of mine and your

acquaintance Mirna Gavrilov died this morning. Whole day today I dedicated

to thoughts about her. I’m tremendously sorry that I haven’t told her while she was

alive how dear and important she is to me. Please dedicate some nice words to her

I got this e-mail today

I believe that Mirna is fine in the company of today’s blessings

Mirna hey

let’s hey

let’s go

through

the

fairy tale

of

freedom

and Let’s-Hey and Let’s-Go went

they were joined by

You and I

Everything and Everybody

Whirlpool and Whirlwind

Rose and Path

I’m-Going and I-Leave

Good and Beautiful

Pussy and Dick

Please and Thank-You

Closeness and Distance

Strong and Tender

Tranquillity and Appeasement

Poet and Artist

Doing and Being

Thoughtfulness and Watchfulness

Dancing and Singing

Creating and Singing

Serving and Love-Kissing

Patience and Endurance

Affirming and Agreeing

Embracing and Clinging

Insouciance and Unreasonableness

Like-Mindedness and Like-Fuckingness

life is freedom

freedom of life is freedom of life is freedom of life

life path

number 129.600

freedom of rose

circling

there is a lot of them a lot of them

all rhythms on the one and only rhythm

of the rhythm of 86400 seconds of every day

of the daily rhythm of 33 blessings

of the weekly rhythm of 198 blessings

of the monthly rhythms

of the rhythms of seasons

rhythm of years

rhythm of decades

rhythm through which I’m mentioning beautiful and good

rhythm of pussy and dick

rhythm of enthrallment and tranquillity

of slowness

speed

by the rhythm of Your presence and absence

by the rhythm of frequent words

by the rhythm of words which I rarely pronounce

everything that palate is to sky

by the falterings and enthusiasms

by the darker and lighter states

by the rhythm of constant steps

through concatenation of concatenated and concatenation of unconcatenated

through enjoying in enjoyment

thorough interweaving the interwoven and interweaving the uninterwoven

through enjoying the repetitive rhythm of unrepeatable

in a sudden change

in nakedness of suddenness

in nakedness by itself

coachmanship

coachman-like

by the whip of tenderness

through numbness

ouch

through swirling

oi

my name is Raspberry of Grace

I’m gracing the grace

I’m raspberrying the raspberry

I love names and I love through names

my name is The One Who Sings And Loves Through Names

my name is Hand Me

my name is Love-Kiss Me

I’m called All-Permeating Energy For A Moment Halted In Our Gazes

You Know That’s The One Who’s On The Road

I hope that in 2018 I will read Miroslav Mandic book and in the last

fourteenth book I will pick up everything from it as well as the names

naming

creating

to name

to give and oath

my name is beautiful like a name

through name

through beauty and goodness

through Pussy Riot

through Julian Assange

Ludwig Wittgenstein

my name is I Love-Kiss You By Morning Dew

my name is I Love-Kiss You God I Love-Kiss You

my name is A Horse Barrels In A Mare

name is born through nature and created through spirit

I’m calling You Loyalty Is In My Eyes

A Companion In Breathing And Steps

I’m Your Friend My Beloved Friend

I remember how in my childhood I used to find exciting names of children and adults

Ugljesa. Lacika. Margita. Ranka. Tosa. Hanc. Pista. Obrad. Ziva…

or names of many words. turtledove. all-the-same. tickling…

or swearwords. You fucking cunt. get the fuck off. fuck me if I lie…

name is a rose in the eyes

name is the path from heart to heart

call me My Life Celebrates Your Life

call me My Path Is You Path As Well

call me One Moment We Are The One

Every Moment We Are The One And Only Poem

ten years ago I put the earring on my left ear

love forever for Dragana Varadinac

I wrote in my diary

at 2.50 pm I put an earring on my left ear

as a reminder on today’s God’s miracle of love

so that my wife is with me

since then my wife is with me even though she’s not

because I’m the only child. the only child of God

I was praying all night to God so that unbearable

love suffer of mine stops and it was gone in the morning

I felt God

while I was shaving I decided that I will pierce my ear that day and put an earring

mark myself with God’s love

as a child I felt the men who had an earring

with amazement and certain seminal veneration

they explained me that those were the only sons

they were carrying something special in them

pirate-like. gypsy-like

something from some other world

divine one

not human

that day I also became an only child

untied from blood relations

I surrendered to God

love and singing

being marked is dangerous

danger liberates

these days whole world is marked by Julian Assange and Pussy Riot

they are carrying the burden of the lack of freedom of a huge number of people

Julian Assange and Pussy Riot are setting the world free with their goodness and beauty

I was liberated from suffering by love suffering which brought me to the earring of love

one is the love

God created the world with love

the world of goodness

that’s what the earring of love sings about

and now I’m like a child watching at this man with an earring

sometimes I see an earring on a boy

we are a sisterhood by an earring

being marked is the name of the brotherhood of all beings

love-kiss love-kiss my earring – I love-kiss You I love-kiss You my earry

ten years of the earring

now as well is 2.50 pm. it was a Thursday back then. now is Wednesday

there is a lot of male and female heroes in this book of constant circling

all heroes for one hero. one hero for all heroes

all words for every word. every word for all words

all for one. one for all

words

those little gods

they are everywhere

they are circling

intertwining

they are weaving blessings with blessings

each blessing is one poem

one heroine

each blessing is everything and everyone

one hero

joy of all younglings

time and space transformed into the eternity

jumping

little smile

grace

kindness of saleswomen

sough of passers-by

words which I pick up on the way

innocent swearwords and swearwords of innocence

and God knows what not

through writing about anything I’m always

writing about one and always about the same

Runaway Child and Good Child

together on the road

faltering

lighting up

downpours

spring proliferation

dusks on the bridge

tranquillities through silence and slow walking

every day sex

abundance of simplicity

today’s second swimming and dancing in the lake water

without all beings I couldn’t live any more

only all beings are making I

I am all beings

all beings make each being which is always just one and only being

all beings in every being

each being in all beings

most of the people live only with some beings

fascists who took over brotherhood for

themselves celebrate their brotherhood in their states

state is fascistic

communists who took equality for themselves live with the equal ones in their cities

city is communistic

liberals who took freedom for themselves are earning on their roads

roads are liberalistic

families love their families

races are bigoted towards other races

multiculturalists cannot stand anybody who

is not like them and nobody cannot stand them

everybody kill

everybody adore their children and are feeding themselves with children of others

but all of that aside there is still goodness in everybody

only all beings are reviving goodness in every being

the same way I know little number of cells in

my body the same way I know little number of beings

but the same way each cell is making me the same way all beings are making me

small

you

are

everything

big

you

are

whenever I say all beings I sing each being

whenever I say every being I sing all beings

I’m off to swim across the Danube

that water being which contains all waters of the Universe

in which earth and air and fire are bathing together with water

the rest of today’s blessings about all beings are trapped in the voice recorder

now it’s 5.28 pm I’m exhausted and sad

I entered Danube at 1.30 pm and swam across and back

but when I came out of the water I saw that the water

entered the plastic bags with which I was swimming and got wet

voice recorder mobile phone and camera which are now not working

300 euros

I can only calm myself down

it will sort itself out somehow

those blessings about all beings that are left in the voice recorder were nice

now I should have some rest

calm down and carry on

Miroslav Mandic young light in a daybreak

Miroslav Mandic grass blades which are drinking dew

Miroslav Mandic all of that in the moment what makes eternity out of the moment

Miroslav Mandic little Gypsy who just greeted me with a whistle

Miroslav Mandic is not the one You think You know but the one who You love-kiss

Miroslav Mandic all beings which opened up to me through love and loneliness

Miroslav Mandic from the same to the more same and even more same of the same

Miroslav Mandic who is confirming everything and proving nothing

proofs are miserable

Miroslav Mandic who sings everything and explains nothing

explanations are sad

Miroslav Mandic to whom all notions are buds

Miroslav Mandic boogie-woogie up the spine

Miroslav Mandic mambo down the spine

Miroslav Mandic licking of tears

Miroslav Mandic handwriting of humble ones

Miroslav Mandic a poem of rejected ones

Miroslav Mandic a gaze which invigorates gazed at

Miroslav Mandic all that beautiful that You ever wanted to know about Yourself

Miroslav Mandic all of that good that You ever wanted to do for the other

Miroslav Mandic the alphabet of agreeing

Miroslav Mandic through love-kissing God

Miroslav Mandic through singing a song

Miroslav Mandic through creating a work

Miroslav Mandic through walking all beings

Miroslav Mandic not-died love for everyone who took part in the Occupy movement

Miroslav Mandic are yesterday broke camera mobile phone and voice recorder

Miroslav Mandic insouciance in duration and unreasonableness in continuation

Miroslav Mandic missing part of the whole and beneficence of the whole in every part

Miroslav Mandic today’s loutish smile of a young bakery girl

Miroslav Mandic all of that in language

what language wants to celebrate through poem

Miroslav Mandic without who there wouldn’t be the book Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic book without which there wouldn’t be Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic home to everybody’s name

Miroslav Mandic glory of everything and everybody without a name

I’m flying by text

I’m nobody and nothing

yesterday on TV said one old swineherd

I’m nobody and nothing

I say

I’m nobody and nothing

You say

we are nobody and nothing

say speech acts

I’m nobody and nothing

says language in today’s language performance I’m Nobody and Nothing

I’m nobody and nothing

says the language within the very language

I’m nobody and nothing

In the beginning was the word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

I’m nobody and nothing

Word was with God in the beginning.

I’m nobody and nothing

Through Word all things were made; without Word nothing was made that has been made.

I’m nobody and nothing

In Word was life, and that life was the light of men.

I’m nobody and nothing

The Word shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.

I’m nobody and nothing

the swineherd constantly feels

I’m nobody and nothing

says each swine to itself and its beloved swineherd

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m everything

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m music

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m unreasonableness

I’m nobody and nothing

only as nobody and nothing I’m insouciance

I was very excited when I heard the swineherd saying but who am I. I’m nobody

and nothing. for a long time now I haven’t heard such beautiful music of sameness

I felt that if anybody in this world is somebody and something then it’s this swineherd

there is myriad performances and performatives in the book Miroslav Mandic

but instead of writing about them I decided to do twenty seven performances

I’m nobody and nothing as a sign of love for beloved swineherd

decisions and oaths are performances and performatives

identifications and verves are performances and performatives

bowings and namings are performances and performatives

I am who I am

first performance and performative is God’s saying of his name through which

exists everything that is and through which love-kisses everyone who love-kisses

I’m nobody and nothing

says God’s swineherd

I’m nobody and nothing

says every oak nut in God’s swineherd’s mouth

I’m nobody and nothing

says nonviolence which instead of blood runs through my veins

I’m nobody and nothing

says everyone who loves God and His creation

I’m nobody and nothing

says everyone who became God through God

I’m nobody and nothing

says everyone who is God to God through God

I’m nobody and nothing

says a horse which is rushing through the fields within the mare

I’m nobody and nothing

says each mare through which a horse rushes through her fields

I’m nobody and nothing

says a path to the rose and says a rose to the path

every year from 24^th May to 4^th June for twelve

days I’m writing twelve definitions of art each day

hundred and forty four definitions every year

in eight years I wrote one thousand one hundred fifty two of them

definitions of art are like a source of art to me

art is a source

what I’m left with is just to originate by blessings

definitions of art are like shores of art to me

art are shores

what I’m left with is just to cross from the shore to shore of contradictions

definitions of art are like main currant to me

art is main currant

what I’m left with is just to swim in the middle of God’s perfection

definitions of art are like a river branch to me

art are river branches

what I’m left with is just to seep into the branches of most ordinary ordinariness

definitions of art are like river islands to me

art are river islands

what I’m left with is just to enjoy in river islands of prayerful pleasures

definitions of art are like rippling of water to me

art is rippling

what I’m left with is just to ripple over everyone who want to daydream

definitions of art are like the sun reflecting in the river of life to me

art is the sun in the river of life

what I’m left with is just to shine through the blood of all beings

definitions of art are like the moon reflecting in the river of art to me

art is the moon reflecting in the river of art

what I’m left with is just to love-kiss Your all-lips in the moonlight of our cosmic love

definitions of art are like confluence to me

art is confluence

what I’m left with is just to be a confluence to everything through blessings

definitions of art are like a road crossing the river to me

art is a road across the river

what I’m left with is just to be a rose on the ro

I have been learning to bow on the road and from the road

Bowing to All the Children of This World

first hundred days long bowing through Vojvodina from 7^th November 1994 until 14^th February 1995

Bowing to the Patriarchs of This World

Hundred and One Day of Walking for Hundred and One Year of Ernst Jünger

hundred and one day lasting bowing in the Danube Park in Novi Sad from 29^th March to 6^th July 1996

Virtual Bowing

last virtual bowing to the virtual world in the virtual world

from 28^th August to 30^th September 2007

in the book Miroslav Mandic until now I’ve made two 33 days lasting bowings

through the third one I’m actually flowing

first one from 9^th August to 15^th September 2010 was dedicated to non-violence

first one from 9^th August to 15^th September 2011 was dedicated to poetry

everyone who is bows to everything that is

everything who is bows to everyone who is

swaying to canes. canes to swaying

bowing is a dance of gratitude

folded hands

bowed head

gurgle of a heart

every word of mine is bowing to all beings

every blessing is bowing to You

surrendering is bowing to giving oneself away

giving oneself away is bowing to surrendering

all live beings on Earth are bowing by walking to the earth they are walking on

bowing is brake up with passive obedience

bowing leads to obedience

passive obedience is bowing to the powerful ones

obedience is bowing to powerlessness

while I’m writing this my heart is all the time on the road

bowing to bowing

heart of roses

rose on the road

indescribable

primeval time

breathing

gratitude

fucking

through bowing I love liberating words from vulgarity imposed on them

beauty of goodness

I’m circling my hips to Your mystical smile

everything repeats

everything repeats in repetition

everything repeats through love-kissing

sky is repeating

clouds in the words are repeating and shaping clouds in the words of repetition

The Epic of Gilgamesh repeats

Gertrude Stein repeats

Thomas Bernhardt repeats

Steve Reich repeats

grass repeats

look

road

rose on the road

horses in the field

poppies on the glade

sun is shinin

g

interweaving interweaves

goodness sways

beauty circles

freedom wanders

the one who feels is nobody and nothing is slowly walking

Nobody And Nothing also walks

I’m nobody and nothing says Nobody And Nothing to everyone

everyone replies to Nobody And Nothing saying I’m nobody and nothing

repetition

transforms

identifies

crack

dawn is dawning

swallows are chirping

it’s a new day

road

rose on the road

horses in the field

poppies on the glade

nobody and nothing goodness sways

nobody and nothing beauty circles

nobody and nothing freedom wanders

I always loved to admire

to absorb

disappear

be the same as he she or it

same as all of those I admired

that’s how I was becoming

becoming more and more the same

even more and more the same

pure sameness

She-The-Same and He-The-Same

the one

the same

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n

l

y

i

i

of

all

i’s

one and only I

i

god

you

christ

it

spirit

my dear miroslav, I often think of you because I always loved you. my darling

she wrote to me yesterday and put as the subject of her e-mail I

I path and I of path are one I and one path

I rose and I of rose are one I and one rose

path of I

i

path

and

path

of

i

are

one

goodness

rose I

i

rose

and

rose

of

i

are

one

beauty

I am who I am

I

I

I am who I am

i

path

rose

i

cock

pussy

I of cock and cock of I love I of pussy and pussy of I

I of love and love of I love I of freedom and freedom of I

I of swallow and swallow of I

I of loneliness and loneliness of I

heart of all beings

I of hug and hug of I

i

i you i

i

i

is

i

is

i

is

i

You God

You You

You everyone

You beloved

You everyone I admired and still admire

You the light with which You are bathing in light

You a trace and tracing

You a call and calling

You orgasm and agreement

You are whole my life throughout whole my life

You – the smallest which the wholeness is missing are You

You – one is the body that’s why body never dies

You – second name for You and all beings is the life itself

You – with You and all beings hostility disappears

You – with You all beings are with each moment more and more all beings

You – only thing that can give me a rest from singing is the singing itself

You – the only thing that can separate me from You are You

You – feel my typing over the keyboard

You – hear the sound of my steps

You – I’m saying You to You

You – You’re saying You to me

You – I poem is good

You – You poem is beautiful

You – through You I’m transforming myself into You

You – by You I’m transforming You into I

You – my name is I Am You Are I Am God

You – I’m calling You I Am You Are I Am God

You – I’m calling all beings I Am You Are I Am God

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I am every I

You are every You

you pa

path

you ro

rose

you po

poem

I

God

I God

I am God

I am in everyone God

everyone is through me God

God is God and that’s why I’m God

every word of mine is God

every grass blade of mine is God

every cloud which is becoming and disappearing is God

everyone who believes in me is God

everyone who doesn’t believe in me is God

everyone who experienced me is God

everything that people thought an wrote about me is God

I exist in such way that I don’t exist

only You know that

I am only through singing and creating

everyone who thinks through heart will recognise me

everyone who feels me through thoughts will experience me

everyone who surrenders is my exhale

goodness of my body

everyone who accepts me is my inhale

beauty of my body

first fallen leaves on the water of the lake

what waves are telling me while I’m swimming

when a child gets pensive

when a horse suddenly start running

when winds start flying towards each other

when courage sprouts in the heart

when Pussy Riot start singing

everyone who enjoys in the life itself is my beloved

everyone who lives the moment and who finds moment good enough is my beloved

I am freedom and I’m setting free everything and everyone of the slavery

sometimes I’m so alone that Miroslav Mandic feels that

he then shyly starts talking or singing to me

I’ve noticed Miroslav Mandic when he started

addressing me while working the piece Man Who’s Writing in

the Museum of Modern Art and started to write about who am I he’s the

who is he

i am god

i’m happy

for your joy

my god

today’s poem i am god

goodness is flowing into the hand

through moving the hand I’m learning to write

writing is giving birth to the self-consciousness

I am the one who’s writing

it’s written

writing liberates from slavery

through not doing what You should do You are becoming a slave of Your flaws

singing is writing freedom

through not doing what You want You are becoming an addict of Your slavery

first poem in my life I started to write while going through the yard

towards the outhouse. I was thinking it in the outhouse. I finished it again in the yard

I was writing in the summer heath. while sitting in the

army trench. in the jail toilet in Sremska Mitrovica. walking through the

fields next to the canals we were digging. I was writing in the landscapes. under the

sky. by the window. at the table. with music on. dictating. with the help of voice recorder

I was writing identifying with the experience of all those who were writing before me

ocean of writing

I was writing just enough so it is but so that I don’t write a thing. just

a bit. just as much so in case I don’t survive what I’m writing does survive

writing is a brother to drawing

writing is a sister to walking

writing are moments of joy

writing doesn’t let down

only I can let down writing

I’m writing

today on the eleventh kilometre I will make 11000 kilometres of the Bud of Walking

writing separates me from birth

writing is creating

this sentence which I’m writing right now never existed before

writing is love-kissing

this sentence which I’m writing right now also never existed before

writing is budding

this sentence which is actually taking off never existed before

it already flying by eternity

writing is a plight to the innocent ones and innocence

writing is courage to enjoy writing

writing is unselfishness which surrenders to all beings

moments of writing in the book Miroslav Mandic are moments of Your orgasms

the very moment

pure writing

a wedding of the moment and writing

curving through curves of one and only brain of all beings

happiness which is spreading over the daily and supernatural bread

I’m writing over Your body hair which are reading me

I’m writing

I’m writing over Your tongue which is love-kissing me

it’s writing

only

through

you

constant writing becomes incandescent to the point of transformation

trance

writing transforms into singing

I of singing

singing of I

poem

of

writing

in

the

very

writing

of

a

poem

what

you

are

feeling

right

now

is

your

poem

David’s singing

only

through

you

god

the only way for Goliath to survive is to bow to David

America to Julian Assange. Putin to Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

writing to singing

the only way of David is innocence

innocence of all beings

innocence is courage

courage of singing

the punk

cosmic tenderness

clearness of incomprehensible

simplicity of inexplicable

juicy peach

only

through

you

god

vanity

disappears

straight path

without stopping

everything on the path

everyone in the rose

self-observation

runaway

child

is

a

poem

horse

in

the

hand

is

a

poem

mare

in

a

poem

is

singing

only through singing writing is writing

only

through

singing

writing

sings

poem

and

love-kisses

i’m

singing

you

and

love-kissing

my

singing

only

through

you

god

vanity

disappears

and

into

your

poem

transforms

in writing I’m using only

letters

full stop

line

line

as path

full stop

as rose

letters

as Cosmic and all beings’ vibrations

other punctuation marks I’m not using

in

order

to

see

each

word

as much

as possible

and

so

as

words

would shine

and

radiate

visual

basis

of the book

Miroslav Mandic

is

path

whiteness

symmetry

reduction

.

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.

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