Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I went outside. threw out the garbage. looked at the sky and saw three swallows

yellow dandelions between the asphalt and the wall

thrown away peanut shells

I’m going to get a haircut. I had my last haircut on 6^th October. I love rhythms

magnolia flowers are falling off. drying on the asphalt

I think good for good thoughts

I’m walking on top of my feet for good thoughts

I’m smiling at grass for good thoughts

I admire everybody who exposes themselves to the others

warm greetings to the contestants of reality show The Farm that I watch with pleasure every evening

I love the fact that You also love every particle

yellow dandelions are irresistible

on my way to the barber I pass the wooden fence

through the passage that is completely covered in greenery

I got my haircut. I feel the wind around my ears

lettuce seller tricked me in a following way. several people was

buying the lettuce. I bought three each costing twenty dinars. he didn’t have

change to give me back so he sent his wife to brake the note. when the woman returned

I gave him two hundred dinars and reminded him sixty dinars. energetically and politely

he gave me back fifty dinars and said you will give me ten dinars some other time

that’s how he confused me and didn’t give back hundred dinars more

lettuce is fabulous

I’m thankful to the seller because I’m writing these blessings

I thank him because he warned me that I should be more concentrated while buying and

that I should think of some way how to prevent this happening again

because it started to happen

I wink at the lettuce seller because of the skill with which

he passed the ball through my legs

I wink at him because made a donkey out of me and

it feels good to see that I’m a donkey too

that for a lot of things I don’t have skills but

that in the end I don’t care for any kind of skill

people are so afraid of not being fooled that they are not aware how school or state

makes fools of themselves to the unbearable extend – by stimulating

their desires and vanities

I’m grateful to mister lettuce seller because for a moment he cut off my vanity and that’s

worth much more than ninety dinars which he didn’t give me back

or hundred and eighty dinars as the haircut cost

by being afraid of being ridiculed we become huge donkeys

my swallow I love You since you agree with being ridiculed

my elephant I love You since You agreed

thousand and six hundred times to be a donkey

donkey of eternal youth

beloved Robert Bresson

I just wash the lettuce and don’t put any spices over it

wind is bending the grass over

sun is drying my washed bed linen

kissing just kissing

Gimpel the Fool

buds buds of good thoughts

wind in the lilacs

I wink the jauntiness to You

it’s the same in the depth of ocean and the depth of Universe

life starts every moment through goodness

You don’t even know for a lot of those that are kissing You

people discover themselves in their children – grandchildren – great grandchildren

I do it in God-You-all beings and creation

God-You-all beings and my poem it is all the same

a throat of modesty

careful eyes

wind in the lilacs – lilacs within me

I wink You

hundred walkings – 1.304 kilometres – 1.863.923 steps

numbers – swarms of loyalty

I hear the wind – leaves of magnolia are trembling

I’m walking slowly and watching the leaves

You don’t live from leaves – You are immortal from leaves

depth is founding its peace in surface – surface is finding its inspiration in depth

ocean have yawned in the jaws of this dog

I am an airport of goodness. all beings are taking off towards the goodness from me

lilacs lilacs lilacs

I’m singing with heels within the soul of every being

when I jauntily turn my head and look on anything

I immediately clean myself from the necessity

through kissing I join the trees that constantly kiss all beings

wind is in my shirt

I saw You already fading – pink rose – in Knez Danilova street

rose singers – my embraces

silent streets full of trees are temples of one and only city religion

I’m walking – this is the role of the wind in liberation of people from history

I’m walking – this is the history of winds within the joy of all beings

while I was saying this blessing I could have been hit by a taxi since I went along the green light

I saw across the street and I overlooked the red light on the isle of the pedestrian crossing

encounter of words clarifies that words are by their nature an encounter

at the end of the hundred walking I saw first red roses buds of this year

Without opening your door,

I’m moved – I’m thinking of water that flows into another water

I’m still moved – I’m thinking of the goodness that is flowing into another goodness

feeling of being moved doesn’t stop – I love when the word flows

flows into the word flows

I’m all for good words and all words are good

cold air in a sunny day

interesting is everything that is for me and not what is interesting

would doctors love if all people were well

would those who produce weapons love if there was no war

creation is constant merging – merging of nonexistent

I’m walking and eating cream cake – come whenever You like for a cream cake

you really knocked it out. way to go. eat it from your soul – an old loafer

told me when he saw me eating my cream cake with such pleasure

I’m happy because of the photo I will put on the web site with Ruzica’s permission

I wish to call somebody and tell them that but the dice tells me not to call anybody

I unbutton my shirt on the sun. in the shade I button it up

some of the buttons I should sew on again with a thread

the beauty of this sweet cherry tree has stopped me so as I would look at it in peace

I bought olive oil – just to let You know

with the lake of every blessing I guard You

I kiss You in everything

through everything I give myself to You

by kissing You – I’m kissing everything. by kissing everything – I’m kissing You

I feel You in my hips

You are the joy in the small of my back

one acquaintance – now prize winning writer – looked away

when he saw me. I’m grateful to him because he saved me from unnecessary words

hundred meters afterwards I bumped into

Jaroslav Draslar. we were happy to see each other

I love the fact that I met You Jaroslav

I’m watching her how she is leaning against the wall of the hairdressing salon

with the cigarette in her hand and watching the woman who is crossing the street

with the child in her arms

poem

is

a

shout

of

all

love

of one love

poem

are

all

poems

within

one

poem

poem is everything that one poem wants to sing to the other poem

to every poem

to the poem itself

to the very

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first hot day of the year

I’m tired but this street roaming relaxes me

it’s magnificent this leg after leg moving ahead

days of thirst are beginning

yesterday I cut into the nail on the left hand with a knife

so now I keep on catching the clothes with it

I’m thirsty. I’m sleepy. I’m worn out. I don’t have what to write about

the fact that I don’t have what to write about is exciting

it’s even more exciting that I’ll be writing even though I don’t have what to write about

there will be some strength even though I don’t have any

beauty won’t deceive me the same way I’m not deceiving it

yesterday’s joys have worn me out

joys have been working for me – now I’m working for joys

I don’t have any joy at the moment but that is a great joy as well

I took a photo of myslef next to the graffiti

I’m ashamed, therefore I exist

because I respect it’s author

baby potatoes are soon going to come

I love everyone who is a potato to somebody else

who is a lettuce to the lettuce

beans to beans

rest to rest

life lives from the other

love lives for the other

I picked up a round pebble from the street

not a single stone has a heart of stone

the wisdom of the stones advises everybody that their hart shouldn’t be out of stone

stones are calm

stones are quiet

whoever threw a stone on somebody else they didn’t throw

a stone but themselves and they also hit themselves

stone is everything to me and I am everything to the stone

stones see everything and everybody but others rarely see them

that’s why they are so calm

many people behave as if everybody is watching only them

and that’s why people are not calm

many people do everything to be watched and they live out of that

I bought two lettuces and picked up one radish of the ground

when I enter the Nest I take out everything from my pockets. I wash my hands and face

I soak the lettuce in a big pot. I sit in front of the computer and I download

all blessings from the Dictaphone. I send them to Violeta to edit

and Ivana to translate them. I take a shower...

then it’s time for the lettuce

I hope I don’t get ill

last night it started with the nose and tonight it carried on with sweating

it’s easier now that I wrote it

beloved Elder Porphyrios never prayed for his health because he was ashamed

it’s Saturday. it’s fifteen degrees outside. it will be up to thirty

it’s first of May. Labour Day. I don’t know if the shops are opened

I’m walking in my Crocs shoes through my garden – Universe

the swallows are high. I don’t know if I manage to take a photo of them

I hear them shrieking in their fast flight

I always feel good with swallows

everybody feels good with swallows

I’m enjoying the smell of cut grass. I regret that I haven’t

lay in the grass and watched the sky more in my life

I believe that the same tone can be heard in every blessing of Miroslav Mandic

music of one tone

she gently caressed his bare shoulder and then even more gently kissed him

I just remembered that I forgot to soak the lettuce

these kind of things also happen to me – I take the calculator and pedometer

and unconsciously swop their places so in the morning I can’t find the pedometer

but enjoying while waiting for the lights to turn green

leaning on the metal post is what I do the best

or in this awareness about the uniqueness of every step that I make

uniqueness of this inhale

uniqueness of this exhale

since every inhale is already unique with every breath I take

I inhale the Universe and all beings

since every exhale is already unique with every exhale

I exhale the Love for the Universe and all beings

I’m walking peacefully after previous two blessings

I’m sorry that I didn’t take a photo of the woman who

gently touched and kissed her man’s shoulder

it’s natural to love technology – it’s written on a billboard

that advertises Technology Fair. what is repulsive in marketing

and advertising is that they are abusing all centuries old knowledge

advertising billboards are the anthology of stolen human spirit

I hope that lemon and propolis with Echinacea will help me

I’m watching Your terrace but You are not there

when in ecstasy I’m God

in tranquillity all beings

between ecstasy and tranquillity I’m You

hallo love – said the fruit selling woman who already addressed

me in such a way when she saw word love on my temple

I live for You

I am Your Miroslav Mandic take away

God I feel You within me – it’s me – a poem of all beings

beggars love in divine way

people are stealing each other’s energies in all kinds of ways

through knowledge. violence. ideologies. through playing up to somebody. getting ill

through lies. charming through sorrow. through anger. intimidation. through seduction

through promises. betrayals. through ridiculing. through motherhood. through fatherhood

most of the people are stealing energy

rare people are creating energy. even more rare are those who are giving it away

but only one is creating enough energy for everybody

all beings are in one

through all beings horror transforms into the goodness

every word is gratitude for the grace with which I say every word

through every word I shelter myself within the heart of all beings

through every word I shelter the heart of every being

harmony of contradictions

contradiction of harmony

if a poet is the shepherd of the words then a poem is his donkey

every word within his poem is his shepherd’s stick

I am a stick of writing

parks are spreading large amounts of gentleness

every time is the best time for real time

I love to take it from one spot and then circle circle circle around it

until the moment in which thinking becomes poetry

I miss you sea

I love to start from the circle and to circle circle into the

one spot until my thinking becomes poetry

an old man is pulling heavy cart up the hill

heart to heart

a dog is watching towards the open window and the man

who is coming towards him is greeting him with lifted eyebrows

wind is swinging tree branches – beings love to caress other beings

either you caress or you steel

caress me – God is constantly saying to the mankind

caress me – a man is sometimes saying to God

lift me up – a white round pebble told me

take me as well – said the other round pebble

God’s beauty created with goodness

http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap100503.html

God’s goodness kissed by beauty

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sueskeepsakes/4577717382/

I don’t know how to connect this page with internet

so as these addresses from previous two blessings become blue

nobody and nothing save love

somebody and something kills love

sometimes one can love only if they are nobody and nothing

sometimes loneliness is the only way of kissing all beings

nobody salt – nothing bread

constantly loving love of unloved

when I see that somebody’s joy makes others unhappy I’m ashamed to rejoice

happiness you are happy only through happiness of all beings

making an effort – kissing everything

only a couple that loves each other in such way that they love everything is – love

I’m ashamed because I think badly about some people

I’m ashamed that I think about them at all instead of loving them

only wining myself

I would love to see rattans somewhere

sometimes joy isn’t anything else but being worthy of somebody’s suffering

I admire sufferers who are transforming their suffering into joy for others

I really want success and love only within all beings

for a moment I feel really ashamed from some thoughts of mine

sometimes I feel life inside of me unbearable because it annuls somebody else’s life

life wants to live. some beings cannot survive that

and that’s why they cut their lives short

this camomile helped me... here are first poppies of this year

poppies are the testimony of my great love and great love suffering. I was

twenty four. I watched them alongside the roads on my way to Germany

beauty often lies behind the ugliness

goodness often revives in a sinner

sinner atones for the sins all of those that are not aware of their sins

power kills the energy of other beings – helplessness steals the energy of other beings

I’m thinking You like-mindedness

Your suffering refined me

dedicated to Gazmen Djogani and his last night’s sufferings

I wish that after love suffering You love with all-love

don’t worry

I am the soles of all beings

I am the feet of all beings

I am the heels of all beings

I am knees of all beings

I am the bones of all beings

I am the spine of all beings

I am the pussy of all beings

I am the dick of all beings

I am the anus of all beings

I am the belly of all beings

I am the tits of all beings

I am the arms of all beings

I am the hands of all beings

I am the fingers of all beings

I am the neck of all beings

I am the face of all beings

I am the eyes of all beings

I am the lips of all beings

I am the nose of all beings

I am ears of all beings

I am the skin of all beings

I am the blood of all beings

I am the juices of all beings

I am the heart of all beings

I am the brain of all beings

I am the soul of all beings

I am the spirit of all beings

I am the unknown of all beings

I am the uncreated of all beings

I am the name of all beings

I am the humour of all beings

don’t be afraid

God is God in the heart of every word

Bogdanka Poznanovic

dedicated to Bogdanka and Dejan Poznanovic

always

dedicated to forever

forever

dedicated to always

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsiYfk5RV_Q&feature=related

dedicated to the freedom of all beings

early morning

dedicated to the early morning

dew on the grass

dedicated to the dew on the grass

young nettle

dedicated to the young nettle

she bowed her head – a has a sore belly

dedicated to the girl with a sore belly

flute of air

dedicated to the music of air

goodness of the unexpected

dedicated to the goodness of the unexpected

soul of the machine

dedicated to the soul of the machine

forehead of the soles

dedicated to the prayer-walking

heal of the fingers

dedicated to the prayer-writing

belly-button of the bud

dedicated to the prayer-creation

silk of the mind

dedicated to the cotton of nonviolence

from the cup

dedicated to the old times

tears

dedicated to the tears

sparkles

dedicated to the sparkles

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dedicated to the Google Translate

now I can write in English

dedicated to the one and only – God’s – language

to be compassionate for the lack of freedom of the powerful ones

dedicated to the roses

to be compassionate for the narrow-mindedness of the clever ones

dedicated to the path

to be compassionate for those who are mocking

dedicated to the sincere ones

to be compassionate for the brown-noses

dedicated to the children’s effulgence

to be compassionate for the hoity-toities

dedicated to the innocent ones

spilled tea

dedicated to the common experiences

experience of language

dedicated to the lovers of language

a kiss

dedicated to the love workers

transiency

dedicated to the eternal transiency and eternal newness

alone

dedicated to the alone one

Miroslav Mandic

dedicated to Your Miroslav Mandic

observation

dedicated to the well-intentioned

dedication

dedicated to the oblates

tears

tear

tears are tearing

tears of tears

road of tear

tear of rose

face of tear

tear of soul

tear of mind

tears are pouring

bathe me with you tears

tear and dew

eye

tear is dewing

lip

dew is tearing

love – tell me

tear – love-kiss me

yearning for a touch

yearning for water

yearning for air

yearning for light

tear of yearning

tear

tear

tear

tear

tear

transform me with tears of orgasm

tear

I gave an oath to life with the orgasm of tears

healing through tears

richness through tears

joy through tears

tearGod

God’stear

love – God’stear

tear tears tear

I’m walking over the grass of the football stadium in Zvezdara forest

it’s soft

the smell of grass relaxes me

one fly is buzzing over my head

there is nobody around

glory glorifies glory

acacia is blooming

forest and me

love and love forever

I don’t know how to get out of here

lizard run away behind concrete staircases

I picked the acacia and I’m chewing it. it’s sweet

reminds me of first summer swims in my youth

idlers are guarding the memories of heavens

forest path is still damp from yesterday’s rain

I’m climbing slowly not to slip

I love when the earth path winds

there are cherries – they look red

greenery has grown rapidly

green greenery greens

rooster is crowing while I’m taking a photo of the path

path regenerates me – takes me into the centre

earth path soft like grass

path is filling me with joy

I’m walking slowly so as to remain longer happy

knees like soft paths. golden bug is crossing my path

silk is silking the silk

idlers are making world beautiful with their idling

idler is idling an idler

I’m thinking of house without the walls – house of infinity

flies are flying around the dead bird that fell out of the nest

I’m standing and watching the snail crossing over one little branch. I enjoy it’s

speed. it doesn’t move but it progresses. it’s trace is gleaming. I love snails – they are

teaching me to love. I will get off the grass path onto the asphalt in order not to step on

a snail

I started to translate Angelus Silesius’ The Cherub Wanderer

this morning with Google-translate

lady-bird in front of my feet

I exist so as everything else would exist

by crossing on the other side of the street when I

saw him in the distance I just acknowledged love for him

I’m sorry that he won’t read today’s blessings

those who I respect but I defer from them I don’t want to hurt with that difference

I also don’t want to hurt anybody with my shyness

nor with God

nor with Universe in which I am

nor with art that I create

nor with Bud of All Beings

nor with Miroslav Mandic

nor with Miroslav Mandic

he was in white shirt

a boy

I love him even more

I meander through the streets

invisible

old houses of poor people are being knocked down

cheep radishes in cardboard boxes

from this morning lettuce is cheaper

four young hairdressers are sitting on the steps of the shop and smoking

a boy in the white shirt is older than me

he was walking youthfully and vigorously

I wish You health and love my Young and Vigorous

without confession there is no salvation – I read today in the

book The Road into the Heavens of another boy Elder Cleopa

all hands on her

I took a photo of a doorknob on the old courtyard doors and imagined all hands that were on it

I’m walking over the edge of the stone blocks

hey

a stone of beginning

with every stone I’m on the very beginning

every stone remembers everything

universe

of

beginning

within

the

beginning

of

the

universe

you are on my tongue

what knees are to legs elbows are to arms

I’m going to look for a computer chair

I have to choose between two of them. and I don’t know how

to transport it. I’m thinking of taking it on my back

it would probably be too difficult to carry it but if I

carry it because of the blessings it would probably be easier

carrying of the chair – it would be a really nice title

hallo red roses – I say to the red roses on the fence

every day is one work of art

last night Srdjan told me that he carried his chair on his head

from the shop to his apartment. but later on his head was hurting

feat liberates but it also kills

feat cleanses but it can also make you arrogant

thin line is dividing good from bad

even thinner line joins good with good

I saw first chair on the Boulevard. now I’m going to the other one in Sindjeliceva street

I bought the second one. paid. they will bring it to me till five

no carrying. no feat

feat without feat

it’s Kaca Celan’s feat with whose money I bought the chair

every day I sit on the chair I will think of Kaca Celan

it’s nice that Srdjan for carrying the chair remains bigger hero

I love chairs and I love the art of chair

Kosuth’s chairs are for me one of the nicest art works

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Kosuth

few days ago I asked Srdjan to take a look at chairs in the shops

since he needs it as well so he could buy them for the both of us

now I’ll suggest Srdjan to buy the first one

so that after some time we could swop

carrying of the chair made me feel excited

since I have foggy remembrance that I already did it

to carry a chair

to think the sneakers

to believe in jauntiness

I think I was carrying it through the town and taking photos of it but I remember

even more that for some time I was absorbed in thought of doing it all over the world

I’m

laying

sitting

walking

I saw Srdjan off. he went to buy a chair for himself

I’m waiting in front of the building for mine

I’m sitting on the new blue chair. I adjusted it. everything else is friendship

chair I enjoy in You – enjoy in me chair

without stimulus I typed these seven words

seven words are good and nice measure

you’ve just started and it’s already finished

horses at run

sex of thoughts

thoughts are kissing each other – you don’t think through thoughts

horse’s strength – strength of trees

ships from trees. houses from trees. tables from trees. beds from trees

jam from plums from trees

books from trees

fire from trees

everything is live

iron breathes

gravity is awake

salt an sugar are making things salty and sweet

letters in books are waiting to be read

if I was smoking I would be writing about cigarettes

I’m wearing glasses – glasses are watching

I’m walking first time second ten year walking

I’m walking around the Planet circling through the Universe

I’m sitting at the desk on the new chair

my armpits are sweating

what is the role of an armpit

the news is only what the powerful are hiding – I heard yesterday on television

conversation reveals us – I heard day before yesterday on television

I closed my eyes and I’m dosing off on the chair

I’m off to the bed for a little bit

I enjoyed it. I covered myself with the blanket. I relaxed. surrendered...

telephone woke me up – Jelena Besir

resting is very important thing – everything that exists revives me

for all His rest is work and all His work is rest – Angleus Silesius

I decided today that on question how are you from now on I will answer Thanks God

it’s warm. it will be colder for the weekend

I’ll shave myself and go on walking

it’s raining. wind is blowing. it’s Saturday

earthly paths are becoming muddy in the rain

above highways and rivers wind is stronger

I was going down Grcica Milenka street. through Vojvode Djurovica

I’m going up. afterwards I will go up again and down again and once more

down and once more up and through the forest I will get to Ban’s Hill

rain sweat and wind – I hope they don’t make me ill

wind is blowing harder through wide streets

I’m passing under the eaves of the Red Star football stadium

sweating make me healthy

I prefer to walk through the plains

I’m squeezing the water from my sleeve

wet from inside and out I’m thinking of birds while they’re flying over the ocean

I manage to get at half twelve to the petrol station

in Pozeska street on meeting with Vesna Lopicic

I might move to her empty apartment on Ban’s Hill

Ban’s Hill is better for my walking. because of the forest. lake Ada. river Sava

the most important is that I’m always poetically dwelling. in the house of infinity. in roses

I made it on time. looked at the apartment. it’s nice. I will move there on 1^st July

I was completely wet. Ivana who lives close by brought me three dry t-shirts

same way back. only now the sun is shining

I should inform my landlady Slavica Generalovic that I will move out

it’s unpleasant. I hope it doesn’t upset her too much

I’m looking forward to the change. to the forests that are around

the edge of the town is close and everything outside the city that I yearn for

I’m sitting at my computer. the rain patters against the windowpanes

I’m tired. I walked 21 kilometre

mankind is closed within itself. separated from other beings

it got dark

I’m really tired. hungry. my legs are hurting. my back

back of the head. shoulders. toes. jaws

I’m enjoying the roses

everything that exists is just one bud

Bud of All Beings

I kiss You – sing me

there was a flash of lighting – lightings are blossoming

Your sex is magnificent – it’s thundering – my sex is through magnificent

thunder stuck close by

where are the sparrows now

I love to walk through London parks full of roses

I love when everybody goes their own way

I love if A would be what she already is now even though she doesn’t know it

tell her that

I love that waterfalls feel fine in my heart

I love bread crumbs – sweetest food forever

I love pussy that liberates people from taboos and language hypocrisy

I love cock that freed itself from being cocky and waging wars

I love to witness the birth of every word in past and in present

I love to nurse constantly all beings with milk of love

I love when frontiersmen of the world identify themselves

with the middle-men of the world

I love when natives identify themselves with the immigrants

I love migratory birds who are arranging this world

I love the voice of Ruth Brown

I love everybody that sings

I love everybody who surrenders to somebody else

this

poem

caresses

my

lips

I love thinking through caressing

I love when it rains. rain is a good friend

it’s nothing. it’s just a sorrow

wind is turning the rain into the rainy dust

worms are swimming in the puddles on the asphalt

I love everything created

everything created is created with my love

everything created is love-kissed with my love

everything created is immortal through my love

I love fucking

fucking liberates all beings from fears

fucking – breathing through sense

fucking – sensible breathing

fucking – a grammar of being

fucking loves prayer

one and only skin of all beings

this

poem

kisses

my

labia

I love the tenderness of the sexes

I love the courage of singing

I love the beauty of transformation

poem sung through bow-down

empathy – understanding and entering into another's feelings