Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

first of October

thirty degrees Celsius

people say that ever since the temperature

has been measured there wasn’t so many warm days

light mist is alleviating the sunlight

the bells of midday love are ringing

let’s go slowly

slowly and gently

pigeons are pecking in the grass

my thighs are singing

I’m thinking about death

poor boy is chopping the wood in front of his house

the mist is gone and now the day is hot

maybe I could go for a swim

nothing is worse in this world than conservatisms

nothing more obscene than traditionalism

I took off my shirt

my armpits are wet

I hear myself pronouncing these words

forty years ago I read Somerset Maugham’s The Razor’s Edge

tonight I’ll start reading it again

soon I will start reading again The Narration of One God Searcher

it’s hot it’s hot this Indian Summer

I’m watching the leaves falling

I lifted my arms and I’m drying my armpits in the sun and wind

I’m enjoying myself like a horse

in You myself

in everybody myself

in myself of myself for Yourself

in myself of myself for all beings

I had a swim

inexplicable pleasure

water was as ever so loyal

watery and loveable

with my bare torso I’m getting out of the last blessing

brain of love

whirls

swirls

meanderings

gardenings

grass blade by grass blade

hair by hair

particle by particle

brain of love hugs all brains

brain of love love-kisses all brains

brain of love sings lullabies to all brains

life is full of love

love is full of life

I will be swimming today as well

swimming was like in the North Sea

eating raw food

loving everybody who I love

loving everybody who I will love

loving those who are still to be born

loving

this

song

loving oxen

loving cows with oxen within them

wheels which are turning

hills which are taking off

wrinkles around the lips

freckles on the shoulders

loving

this

song

as

well

whirling swirls

swirling meandering

meandering gardening

brain of love resurrects all dead

brain of love resurrects all died loves

brain of love harmonises all loves into one and only all-life

brain of love unites all lives into one and only all-love

nostalgia is God

nostalgia God

earthworms are so gentle

tree bark is so beautiful

vineyard peaches are so sweet

two hundred years ago there was no wooden lampposts which are making me nostalgic

in two hundred years there will be no lampposts at all

seventy or so years ago tape recorders didn’t

even exist and by now they already stop existing

earthly nostalgia are connected to the space and time

to childhood and early surrounding

to parents and first impressions

morning light in the windows

the very windows

fog and frosting on the windows

earthly nostalgia is illness

godly health

every youngling in God’s embrace

it’s cloudy. that’s how I’m writing. cloudy

I could go crazy from poppies and how I yearn for them

from the first touch

from the first kiss

from the first entrance

for two days now I have unknown pain in my

left thumb which I have no one to tell about but You

You my yearning

smell in the horse stables

fresh smell of cleaned room

geese roosters hens and turkeys

bread put in hot milk

bread with margarine spread

sweetness of fruits

running

bicycle

however

only

and

just

god

next fourteen blessings are about counting

counting buzzing

(in Serbian these words are very similar: “brojanje” and “brujanje”, T.N.)

buzzing singing

words are buzzing to numbers

numbers are singing to words

throughout centuries

words are beautiful from numbers

numbers are good from words

they are both one

countless and endless sequence of numbers lies in the number one

countless and endless orb of words sings and buzzes in the first word

God

until the eighty thousandth blessing comes

80000

80000^th blessing in which all by now 79999

blessings are as well as all future 49600 blessings

I love words more and more

I love numbers more and more

I love the word itself more and more

I love the number itself more and more

more and more I love more and more

I love more and more these eight words

I love more and more Lhasa de Sela

I love more and more that You love more and more Lhasa de Sela

we are one in Lhasa de Sela

we are one in Billie Holiday

one in Mohamed Bouazizi

one in Julian Assange

one in the Pussy Riot

one in a runaway child

one in a good boy

one in the one and only mathematics of language

one in the one and only language of mathematics

one in the one and only loyalty

loyal love for the one

bud

God

There is no greater catastrophe than to underestimate the enemy.

To underestimate the enemy might entail the loss of my treasures.

Therefore when two equally matched armies meet,

It is the man of sorrow who wins.

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 69

My teachings are very easy to understand and very easy to practice,

But no one can understand them and no one can practice them.

In my words there is a principle.

In the affairs of men there is a system.

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 69

God

God God’s God

i’m

however

only

god’s

god

God in God

God in everything

God in a little poem

god

little

poem

is

small song

bowing to all little poems-small songs is

little poem-small song leafage is

little poem-small song solitude is

little poem-small song a woman is

little poem-small song a man is

little poem-small song fingers over brows is

little poem-small song fingers over the strings

of one and only soul in one and only little poem-small song

little poem-small song swallow is

little poem-small song uncatchable swallow flight is

little poem-small song for the first time the only path is

little poem-small song for the first time each path is

little poem-small song the last time-path the first time-path is

little poem-small song vetar is

little poem-small song vetar in the wind is and wind in the vetar is

(vetar means wind in Serbian, T.N.)

little poem-small song licking of tongue-language by language-tongue is

little poem-small song penis is

little poem-small song through fuck is

little poem-small song little chapel to everybody is

little poem-small song a pillow for everyone is

little poem-small song through penis is

little poem-small song though walking

little

poem

through

god

little

poem

god

to

god

is

save me every day

every day protect me from Yourself

every day walk with me

every day hey every day

every day street dogs

every day good

good through beauty

I’m pulling my shoulders inward

I’m twisting myself

I’m gathering the space within me

I’m condensing the time into eternity

I’m singing poetry

I’m dancing existence

I’m a singer of the hotel of life

a dancer of the art of hotel I am

I’m a hotel to the great singers and dancers

everyone who walks every day singer is

everyone who walks every day poem is

everyone who lives every moment dancer is

everyone who lives every moment dance is

through the fields of possibilities

through the paths of sameness

I’m singing dancing

I’m dancing singing

I’m bluesing the air

I’m watching the photos of Janice Joplin as a little girl and I’m crying

hey crying

cry me beauty

cry me goodness

cry me hunger of the starving ones

cry me thirst of the deprived ones

cry me freedom in jails

cry me and every day save me my joy oh joy

wind is moving dry leafage in the grass

I’m standing in the middle of a sunlit field

peace

peace feels good

a small and a big fly are flying above the grass

when a dry leaf starts trembling on the ground I think it’s a mouse

meaning of life is in the life of meaning

life of meaning is in the life with thoughts

thoughts

such a wonderful word

silky

like this little path

I love thoughts

thoughts that think

thoughts that create

thoughts that sing

I love to think and think actually of that how I love to think

I also love not to think

just to exist

I also love thoughts which are not thinking but just existing

like this soil full of fallen leafage acorns and pinecones

like this crow just before taking off

she was looking at me and looking at me and then she took off

thoughts are music

music which is walking

I’m walking thinking talking writing singing

I’m walking thinking talking writing singing I exist

I’m walking thinking talking writing singing You exist

I’m walking thinking talking writing singing we exist

it’s disturbing how everything that was already thought is created and sung

it’s kindling how repetition is unrepeatable

and how everything that is always is for the first time

first time is the one and only lasting

last me last me lasting

I’m lasting You I’m lasting You love

I am a poem of singing

I am a fairy-tale of creating

I am music of walking

I am a poem of singing – says the poem of singing to me

I am a fairy-tale of creating – says the fairy-tale of creating to me

I am music of walking – says the music of walking to me

we love You poem of singing

we love You fairy-tale of creating

we love You music of walking

poem is a fairy-tale to music

fairy-tale is music to a poem

music is a poem to a fairy-tale

everybody is something to somebody

something is everything to somebody

only the wholeness is honourable

being honourable is only being everything

love-kissing and incomprehensible everything

very incomprehensible all is one

everything that is not everything is sorrow

I’m everything and I’m really happy

I’m smiling at today’s blessings

I wink at air

I hop to immortality

little green pieces of glass are shimmering by the path

a bee in the trash container is collecting honey

I sat on the bench

turned my back to the sun

leaned my hands on the backrest

I’m talking to God

I’m telling him through His words

He responds with my words

we are the same

just like You and me

in the First House of All Beings first oat porridge in my life is waiting for us

I’m

a

word

which

is

playing

with

itself

and

doesn’t

stop

and

will

never

stop

because

playing

is

fairness

and

fairness

is

nothing

else

but

goodness

and

beautiful

fucking

of a couple

which

is

one

by principles

by heroism

by all-life in the spine of all-life

by finely finelying

by tears which are love-kissing the tears of those who are in tears

when I was reading Lao Tzu in 1969 I didn’t know I will live by principles

belief in path makes rose from path

principle of fairy-tale-like is of the first principles

living life like fairy-tale

finelying finely

alone for everybody

I love you because you are alone for everybody – says a woman who loves a man who is alone for everybody

on fifteenth October I will be walking for the Occupy movement

the Occupy movement is the most innovative and the most universal

planet Earth needs a hymn of unity and agreeing

all experiences and knowledge based on the idea about enemy are outdated

joining makes enemies and it’s outdated as well

I will be walking the same as every day

by the music of walking

dancing

innocence of ideals is eternal

the ideal of innocence lives by each moment

take a look at anything and look anywhere and

You will see with which innocence what You are looking at is watching You

loyalty of anything that exists is a condition of existence of both anything and anyone

universe of tranquillity

all peace of enthusiasm is everything You need my poem

(universe in Serbian is “svemir” and it can be devided in two notions “sve” which is “all” and “mir” which is peace, T. N.)

all peace of tranquillity is everything You need my fairy-tale

all peace of introspection is everything You need my walking

modesty of Universe

sing me poem sing

create me fairy-tale create

dance me walking dance

alone for everybody

hey

alone

for

everybody

i’m

yours

hey Alone For Everything

a moment ago I fell in the bathtub while taking a shower

I thought I didn’t break anything but I have a contusion of my ribs on the left side

I feel pain when making certain moves

I never fell in the bathtub before

I should be more careful

a body of a sixty three year old is not the same body as of a sixty two year old man

I’m grateful I didn’t hurt myself more

after all I will be able to go into Saturday’s dog-like wandering through the streets

child-like joys are more and more alive in me

discoveries

ideals of youth

discoveries in youth revelations in old age

states of daintiness and fathomlessness

atmospheres

rain that is falling somewhere

lifted up collar

his steps

her calves

being

just being

being nobody and nothing

while it’s raining

when nobody is around

being compassionate with the fallen ones

love-kissing the rejected ones

vowing to the imprisoned ones

love-kissing everything

love-kissing constantly

love-kissing without any reason

love-kissing insouciantly

love-kissing the very love-kissing

love-kissing is the centre of being

15^th October is on Monday

i am god

freedom of all

beings is making

me god-poem

today’s poem i am god

Ksenija was born on this day

Nietzsche was born on this day

on this day thirty two years ago

I decided to get engaged in art again

today I’m walking all beings

today I’m creating all beings

today I’m singing all beings

we are one

everybody has a home in every being

everyone is immortal in all beings

I’m drinking You up all-life

autumn vermillion yearns for winter whiteness

spring greenery and summer blueness

eternity fills each moment with humming

moment makes eternity through consciousness

I would die from beauty I see in his eyes

said to me young friend of mine yesterday

adrenalin of all-love fills every word of freedom

my beauty is based on beauty of the other

my goodness is based on goodness of the other

my freedom is based on freedom of the other

beauty yearns for beauty of every being

goodness yearns for goodness of every being

freedom trembles with love for every being

old poor woman is wearing a white rose in her hair

freedom of all people depends only from me – ok – only from You and me

midday – midday bells of love are ringing

I’m walking the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings from Slavija to Kalemegdan

with this walking from Slavija to Kalemegdan

I’m pronouncing the Bud of Walking as the Hymn of Freedom of All Being

that’s how after three years of walking with today’s 874^th walking

I came to the main idea for the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

ten years of walking is the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings

hey mother father woman children God this is Your miracle

breathing feeling working thinking creating being singing through freedom

solemnity and celebration of the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings is within everyday

the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings is dedicated to Ksenija Nietzsche return to art and

everyone who lives their freedom and freedom of all beings and freedom in every being

I am the hymn of freedom of all beings

the day after the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings

every day is the Hymn of Freedom of All Beings

freedom of love

little girl

love of freedom

little boy

drops of tea in a white cup

all shades of all colours

I’m thinking truth

I’m enjoying the tranquillity

I’m enjoying the silence and warm wind

I find it nice that you are thinking me – says the truth to me

it’s true that I find it nice that you are thinking me – the truth carries on

I’m happy with no reason and I’m sharing that right away with everybody

with sour tree. with still green leaves on an old fig tree

with a woman-gatherer of old paper who sat down to rest

I’m walking only in a short sleeve t-shirt

each of my everyday three hour walking contains two feature films

I am an archetype of film heroes

in my youth I was surrendering to the film heroes

in time not only that I myself became a film

hero but I am now an archetype of all film heroes

if You were here and now with me You would live all those films

however reading them You can see and experience them

I’m enjoying the big plain tree leafs

when making certain moves ribs on the left side of my back are hurting me

trees have helped me a lot in my spiritual development

with their beauty

steadiness

changeability

sexuality

sexuality of trees was calming and settling my sexuality

Hymn of Freedom of All Beings is at the same time also Hymn of Sex of All Beings

sex of all beings is sex of love and freedom of all beings

sex of consciousness and conscience

sex of every being with the sex of all beings

I’m thinking of Meher Baba’s silence

in all photos his lips are closed

a word alone is

a word which only is

sunny autumn day

beauty of writing

I love You Meher Baba

words which only are they are like sacks full of sand

green leaves are becoming yellow

leafs are falling down in order to feed the tree

words are going away in order to feed God

god’s

words

to

the

god’s

words

word fish is

word bird is

word female-lover is

word sound is

word male-lover is

word touch is

word everybody is

word somebody somebody is

word rhythm rhythm is

word cow cow is

word by word friendship is

words which just are like words which just are

I know I get on Your nerves

I am a whirlpool of nerves

words are nerves

energies

I am God

shimmering

whirlpools

whirlwinds

wordmmering

at fifty-seven, I felt old. now, at seventy-four, I feel much younger than I did then

Jean-Louis Trintignant to Paul Auster

as one gets older life is more and more beautiful

the very goodness

beauty of the life itself makes every being forever young

one can constantly cum form the beauties of autumn colours

constantly be in love from the touch of air

being a constant prayer from faces of every woman

i am god

everyone who looks

into the face of a woman

has looked into my eyes

today’s poem i am god

I’m dancing

sliding by words

I’m spinning

I’m holding an empty space by the waist

we are spinning

hips by hips

leanings

bendings

hands and legs

faces eyes

bellies

breasts

butt cheeks

shaking

jumping

sweating

sparkle in the eyes

heat in sexual organs

loved we love

back to back

legs

thighs

radiance

arch-trust

innocence

a siskin is climbing up the window bars

birds always exhilarate my heart

one boy has climbed on the tree and another one throws fallen acorns at him

young man is filling his car tank with gasoline from a bucket

a worker is taking out of the truck his tools with which

he will assemble new furniture in somebody’s apartment

little white butterfly has just flew onto the grass blade

a worker from municipal park and landscaping maintenance has just pricked

a plastic bag in the grass and brought it towards a sack he’s carrying in his hand

a worker next to the lifted up cars on a car lift

in the auto repair shop has just shouted somebody

for days now a young man is painting with

white paint long metal fence around the car shop

another young man with a cigarette in his

mouth is talking with somebody over the phone

an older man with a sweatshirt around his waist

is chewing a gum and enjoying in the sun while waiting for the bus

I love to love

but I love the other because of him or her and

not because of myself. isn’t it so my sparrows in the grass

in the sun is warm in the shade is cold

white traces of bird’s faeces have stuck onto the windshield of a car

old trash bins are receiving new trash in them

these large yellow quinces have drawn my attention as well

armed security has stopped the pedestrians so

that American embassy car could get into the embassy

legal violence is billions times bigger than the illegal one

men at the tables of a cafe bar are betting on sports like possessed

I love the word I am because through it I really am

I love the word love-kiss because through it I really love-kiss

I love the word God because God is God

I’m crossing on the sunny side of the street to warm myself a bit

young woman threw something from her bag with contempt into a trash bin+

with slow bites of a bannock I’m slowly climbing up the Balkanska Street

from a crowd of people it’s hard to see somebody in the crowd

while I was talking about the crowd of people a bee was flying around my voice recorder

I’m talking writing

I fucked this one that is standing in the shop window 

– a man is pointing to the mannequin in the window

I went into the centre of Belgrade in the morning sun

I’m coming back from the centre of Belgrade in the afternoon sun

I was socialising for four hours with Igor Lazin. we haven’t seen each other for ten years

I’m walking slowly. warm sun rays are resting me.

I’m surrendering to the tiredness which is carrying me

I’m Saturday street dog

young green shrubs are swinging in the wind

from Cvetko’s Marker over Djeram and Vuk to the

Knez Mihajlo Street then by the Train Station and Fair to Padina

wanderer lover to everything and everybody on that road I am

to the remembrance of my three year walking through the Boulevard

the day is sunny and it’s easier for the dog and the wandering

every day and all kinds of weather are good to the dog and the wandering

thighs flanks hips

long live my boy – says a disabled beggar to me

living with plants – it’s written on a wall

I’m recognising the faces of some people who I was seeing for three years

street dog purifies everyone from selfishness

if I wasn’t a street dog today maybe these days’ sadness would have crushed me

I’m sad because differences among people are leading to violence

I’m even more sad because the hypocrisy of similarities

among people is spreading and throwing them into the abyss

being happy I’m wagging my tail to the violence and the abyss

man surrender to the life itself

man do something in Your life

without surrendering there is no love

without undertaking there is no freedom

without

god

there

is

no

truth

selfishness is the biggest mass killer

it will do anything and kill everybody just to survive

join my Saturday dog-like wandering in Your heart my love

caress large leaves of plain tree the same way I’m doing it now

everyone who doesn’t do what they should be doing knows that they don’t

do what they should and knows what they should be doing but day don’t feel like doing it

I’m wagging my tail over Your nose so that

You can feel the happiness which is under Your skin

while walking and wandering like a street dog I’m imagining

how I’m joyfully wagging my tail in the heart of each being

heart of every being actually makes my heart

two women are collecting chestnuts in the grass in the Tasmajdan Park

every word of a wanderer is The Hymn of All Beings

I’m disobedient towards the selfishness – in absolute obedience towards love

love for everything and all beings is transforming me in everything and all beings

I love-kiss You I love-kiss You street dog of Saturday

I laid down on a wooden bench in order to write

blue sky with no clouds

a dog is panting in a passage

grass is sprouting

they say that after long hot summer and this warm autumn winter will be very very cold

I’m breathing

air is still cold but the sunrays are making it warmer and warmer

I moved over to the other bench so that the warm bench boards warm me up

my ribs are still hurting me

there is nothing holier than the life itself

anybody’s life

hence my life as well

that’s why writing about my life I’m writing about anybody’s life and about the life itself

polyphony

each word is the life itself

because life is

beauty life is

in life is

goodness life is

is life is

and life is

goodness life is

and life is

beauty life is

are life is

one life is

every being is good

every being is beautiful

every being knows who is goodness

every being knows who is beauty

every being is through God

every being is to God

god

to god

through god

I am

the autumn vermilion which I saw from the bridge has brightened me up

diligence of nature is gorgeous

straight line on the bridge also excited and rejoiced me

what is a change in the natural world it is a straight line in notions

little houses on drafts are calming me

wind over the river is colder and stronger

one boat is floating down the stream. others are crossing from one bank to the other

for few days now I’m struggling with myself

until I saw autumn vermillion I couldn’t write anything

now that I’m watching the river everything is good

great. simple. sincere

love for Tolstoy

a boat which crossed to the other side of the river is already coming back

this cold wind sure feels good

four black dogs are lying around in the sun

what saves me is that there’s no comeback

comeback is in carrying on forward

everything visible bares a trace of its time

invisible is without traces and time

sensory becomes and decays

through the mind it resurrects

previous four blessings I wrote standing next to the torn off yellow flower on the asphalt

sometimes the only thing I can do for this world is to feel disgusted with myself

feeling disgusted with ourselves liberates

the surface of the river is rippling and shimmering

rippled surface of the river is a watery Zen garden

the law by which thing are is goodness

the law by which all things are happening is beauty

I really miss somebody

since there is nobody I’m looking around myself and everything I see is somebody

I am somebody who somebody really misses

on a log which is floating down the river two seagulls are resting

both seagulls have taken off and now around the log waves are spreading

those waves are really good

blessings actually are the waves by which beauty and

goodness together are rippling on the surface of existence