Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

in the book Days of My Life today is The Day of Breakup With Art

the day in memory of my breakup with art forty two years ago

disgusted I was yearning for purity

innocence

source

courage of being

great art

poem of poem

picture of picture

film of film

performance of performance

life of life

man of man

the

poem

of

heavens

is

art

poem of light

poem of good

of childlike

through father’s sperm

through mother’s milk

that – mother is

that – father is

that – hand is

that – water is

I

all of that is I

art of creation

creation the poem of art is

all creation is in the first two chapters of the Bible

not in the first two chapters but only in the first chapter

not only in the first chapter but only in the first day of creation

not only in the first day of creation but in the first verse

not in the first verse but in the first word

not in the first word but in God

Srdjan

it’s raining

Sun

the grass is green

Vera

seagulls are croaking

Violeta

it’s clearing up

Ivana

it’s dripping from the trees

Mirjana

it’s pattering over the roof

Vladimir

the worms have come out

Zoltan

grass is growing

Vesna

little circles are on the water

Nada

pebbles are shimmering

Gerda

the flock of seagulls is flying over the lake

Petar

two people with umbrellas are coming towards me

Maja

bricks are soaked with water

Dule

turtledoves can be heard

Art

it’s dripping from the gutter

Zeljko

water fountain splashes

Yasuka

new leaves will be coming out soon

Mina

old white dog is lying on the wet asphalt

Branka

kind-hearted man on the tractor is carrying manure

Branko

people are pouring gas on gas stations

Nandhan

smells on gasoline

Tibika

a boy is carrying a red rose

Boro

three bakery-women are smoking in front of the bakery

Dusan

voices across the lake can be heard

Nemanja

some of the branches still have autumn leaves

Dagmar

buds are sprouting

Alexandra

people are crossing the street

Rada

little Gypsies are begging on the crossroads

Dragana

dandelions are getting wet in the rain

You

meet me on the road

You

live me in the fairy-tale

You

through my poem fuck

Srdjan

it’s raining

today I will make five hundredth photo of the One Man

first one I made on the 14^th July 1971

ever since once a month I take a photo of my face

forty two years of an undertaking and an

art work which will last till the end of my earthly life

the face of the One Man is adoration of God’s face

the face of the One Man is admiring everyone’s face

the face of the One Man is bowing to all faces

I adore face

face deifies

face is art

everyone’s face is the face of God

everyone’s face is the masterpiece of art

face of earth

face of water

face of air

face of light

face in orgasm

face in prayer

face in dancing

face in singing

face is rushing towards a face

every face is the face of all beings

each face is the mystical smile on the face of the world

face denudes

face makes us return to paradise

from the 1^st January 2010 I’m taking a photo of my face every day as well as

the face of the Good Walker

face of the face

wow I really find the word face beautiful

the face of entering the observation wonderment silence thinking

face of tears smiles frowns peace joy solitude

face of strength weakness yearning innocence ulteriority lasting

on Monday I will take thousandth photo of the Good Walker

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f  a  c  e

f

a

c

e

You can be my everything

I will

You can be my world

I will

You can be my sanctity

I will

You can be my holy-one

I will

You can be my holy-she

I will

You can be my holy-he

I will

You can be my light

I will

You can be my flower

I will

You can give me

I will

You can give in to me

I will

You can caress me

I will

You can hug me

I will

You can kiss me

I will

You can croon to me

I will

You can serve me

I will

You can work for me

I will

You can do with me everything You can’t do otherwise

I can

You can invigorate me

I will

You can encourage me

I will

You can sing to me

I will

You can be this rain to me

I will

You can be this snow to me

I will

You can be the light of dew to me

I will

You can be also to me

I will

You can be bowing to my youth to me

I will

You can be bowing to my old age to me

I will

You can dance this dance with me to the end of the world

I will

You can sing this song of mine into the infinity of the word

I will

You can lick my tears

I will

You can swallow my sperm

I will

You can give Your life for me

I will

You can surrender to me

I will

You can trust me

I will

Heaven's Way (Tao) is good at conquest without strife

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 73

Often it happens that the executioner is killed

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 73

I am Fernando Pessoa

yesterday I forgot to write about reading poetry of

Fernando Pessoa ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 5 am

now is important to create and make a picture of the world, now

when it is changed by those who again want to rule through killing

two days ago I forgot to write down this sentence from my 2003 diary

it’s

saturday

snow

is

budding

four

words

four

songs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eto7S-oBErk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziwsjE1O4Ow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GmVajkqLNU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt3IOdDE5iA

Miroslav last week you wrote a poem

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

god

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

god

to

them

and

nobody responded you

you also wrote a poem

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

a

poem

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

a

poem

to

them

and

nobody responded you

you also wrote a third poem

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

a

path

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

a

path

to

them

and

nobody responded you

you also wrote a fourth poem

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

a

rose

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

a

rose

to

them

and

nobody responded you

you also wrote a fifth poem

it’s

beautiful

when

i’m

one

and

only

language

to

anybody

who

loves

that

i’m

god one

and

only

language

to

them

and

nobody responded you

I will respond you Miroslav

don’t give up

don’t give up

God

don’t give up

poem

don’t give up

path

don’t give up

rose

don’t give up

one and only language

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

god

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

poem

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

path

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

rose

don’t give up

miroslav

mandic

one

and

only

language

today is the thousandth walking of the Bud of Walking

of the first time second ten year walking

thirteen thousand two hundred and twenty kilometres behind me

twenty six thousand eight hundred fifty seven kilometres in front of me

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r

y

m

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today I will also draw a thousandth drawing of the Good Walker on which

I’m writing the number of kilometres I walked that day and on the back of which I’m

writing how much altogether kilometres I’ve walked and how many steps is it altogether

Violeta and Ivana Good Walker is written Good Walker and the drawing of the Good Walker is written Good Walker

today I will also make a hundredth photo in the work While…

while walking a thousandth walking and drawing a thousandth drawing

of the Good Walker You can feel my love for You

I’ve poured the hot water over the instant tomato soup

the wind has blew me through

I thought I will be writing about the Bud of Walking while walking

but Ivana has joined me so we were talking all the time

Ivana asked me for the first time how I pray

I was telling her

ask Ivana what she experienced

a miracle

wow how this hot soup I’m drinking from the red cup feels good

it warms me up from inside

I feel pleasantness all over my blown through body

my cheeks have heated up

the Bud of Walking is more and more miraculous

plain

made of invisibility

miraculous to the extent of unrecognizability

it’s budding

through walking

through constant presence of love

through singing of endlessness in the heart of closeness

through creating innocence in the miracle of the very existence

God speaks

mystical experience I had yesterday

and

sings

god

sings

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v

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r

y

m

o

m

e

n

t

g

o

d

to the glory of the thousandth walking I will go out once more on walking

by the lake

with Mirjana

in the wind

to god

to

god’s

glory

to

you

and

all

beings

today is the three thousandth day of the book Miroslav Mandic

I’m beginning with admiration

Loiuse and Martine have entertained about ten men a day for fifty years

poem is the highest form of serving

one thousand and first walking of the Bud of Walking

in the three thousandth day of the book Miroslav Mandic

the spirit of mathematics is in the mathematics of spirit

three thousand days of living and singing of one book

of the book of singing

through the peace

of God

Book of Singing

Book of All-Singing is Book of All-Being is Book of All-Love

Book of Singing sings God You and all beings

Book of God

Your Book

Book of All Beings

every word is the title of every word

I’m thinking of God I am God

I’m thinking of You I’m love-kissing You

I’m thinking of all beings I’m singing each being

the wind has stopped before the dawn

in the one thousandth and first walking I will see Vesna Milovic after seven years

from one to the other night people are telling new stories of the One Thousand and One Nights

in the one thousandth and first walking

I might walk for the first time with Vladimir Macura

I will cross the bridge over the river Sava

every word is a bridge towards the next word

I will be calming myself down to the point of

identification with everything that surrounds me

identification is love-kissing

coitus

every word is a coitus with every word

every word restores me

every word regenerates me

three thousandth day towards the three thousandth and first day

one thousand and first walking towards the one thousand and second walking

tiny

in in in

g

o

d

g o d in d o g

d

o

g

today at two past noon spring begins

few days ago it was snowing

today is sunny

seventeen degrees centigrade

God is the most visible in this world

God is so visible that nobody sees him

man everything You see God is

only God is and that’s why only him You don’t see

love-kiss my eyes love-kiss

in God I’m more alive even when I’m dead than I’m alive in life when I’m alive

every

moment

is

my

poem

every

poem

of

mine

your

glory

is

god

all

fervours

are

tranquillity

in

the

god’s

poem

everything I’m singing to You is preparing You for the

moment when I push You and You don’t get hurt but start flying

I’m happy

happy for no reason

little red bug

wind in young green grass

enjoy my grace

tenderness of buds on branches is bathing me from within

god

poem

alive

god

is

not a poem – God is

in order to write a poem I should transform myself into a poem

in order to sing the poem

god

poem

alive

god

is

I should transform myself into God

when the force disappears God is

there is no God without a paradox

blood ties are killing of God

renunciation of blood is a narrow path towards God

all blood ties are death. prejudices are death. death is

common sense thing of established feelings and thoughts

prejudices of mankind

implications which would like to hide and invalidate resurrection

through implication nothing can be perceived transformed and resurrected

man is dead through blood ties

there is no death

don’t put death upon me my beloved

don’t put death upon me through Your common sense

love save me from motherly fatherly sisterly brotherly daughterly and sonly love

you

see

this

poem

don’t

you

yes I see this poem

you

see

god

don’t

you

yes I see God

one

and

only

good

news

is

that

conscience

god

is

one

and

only

good

news

is

that

consciousness

god

is

man You cannot have conscience if You haven’t changed within the world

man You cannot be consciousness if You haven’t changed Your consciousness

consciousness – everything exists

conscience – everything love-kisses

everything – unification is

only everything unifies

people are dividing by unifying into blood and interest groups

beautiful

beautiful is

good

good is

love

love is

God

God

only

one

t

h

a

n

k

y

o

u

it’s only about this

it’s only about this

love

is

a

word

i

l

o

v

e

y

o

u

only

love

only You know how much I love-kiss You

only You know how much I miss You

only You know how much I respect You

only You know how loyal I am to You

only You know that I am one and only poet

only You know that I am one and only artist

only You know that I am one and only walker

only You know that I am one and only God

only You know that we are grass

only You know that we are sparrows

only You know that we are buds

only You know that we are rosepath

only You know that I am You

only You know that I am I am You are I am God

love is catching up

love is catching up with me

I love-kiss You love-kiss You love

art of love is in love for art

singing

greatest enemy of art is culture

greatest ally of culture is power

it’s snowing

snowing and singing are the same

snow

and

poem

are

one

it’s snowing in spring time

art is joy of unpredictable

snow is falling on green grass and purple flowers in the grass

art is the wedding of fervour and calmness

strong wind is carrying the snow across the water

art is the child of paradise

red geraniums from the warm café are observing how snow is falling

art is the cry of freedom

snow is not even falling but the wind is carrying it horizontally like a river

art is already the very freedom

there is nobody on the lake

art is salvation

snow wind art and me are one

art is unification of all beings

when snow turns into rain I hear it pattering over my hood

art is when You just go go go

and You never stop

when the wind gets stronger I feel that You love-kiss me

art is a poem of one within one

wind is blowing from afar

snow is falling from near by

miracle of love is in everything

I love the word love because it sings love the best

I love the word love because the word love already love is

wind is wind to snow. snow is snow to wind

I am I to You

You are You to me

love is love to hatred

poem is poem to art

God

to God

God

every

word

i

pronounce

is

my

poem

every word I pronounce write sing makes me

every

word

i

write

is

my

poem

every word I pronounce write sing I am

every

word

i

sing

is

my

poem

in front of every word I pronounce write sing is the word everything

everything Universe

one

one You

success

love grass

love

freedom sparrow

loyalty

loyalty of a poppy

transformation

body in water

freedom

airflow

health

I surrender to anything

joy

anything invigorates me

path

I fuck You hugging and kissing of mine

rose

I hug You fucking and kissing of mine

bud

I kiss You hugging and fucking of mine

I

I love singing of singing – it’s a mind to the mind

peace

I love creating of creating – it’s a soul to the soul

light

I love walking of walking – it’s a body to the body

goodness

agreeing

beauty

holly wonderer

yes

harmony

I will

consciousness of conscience love-kisses conscience of consciousness

come

consciousness of conscience hugs conscience of consciousness

in step

consciousness and conscience are one

pussy

consciousness of poem is conscience of pussy

cock

conscience of poem is consciousness of dick

fucking

cock of singing love-kisses the pussy of poem

thank you

step one step two step one step two step one step two are one step

please

cock is a lover and is not a hunter and warrior

wedding

pussy is a lover and not a mother and motherhood

every

word

i

pronounce

write

sing

god

is

I’m sleepy

I was walking and will walk some more

the wind has blew me through a bit

warmth is making me sleepy

I would love to go down town and buy new New Testament

I will be reading it more often

maybe even every day

other spiritual literature I will reduce

apart from beloved mystics

I’m reducing all other things as well

I care more and more about grass

sparrows

God’s Gypsy kids

crows which I’m watching every day

lizards which will soon appear

I care more and more about Julian Assange and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

about poem in the eyes of every being

I’m thinking about animals whose eyes I saw

beloved flies

I was in bed

sleeping for half an hour

wow how pleasant it was

I laid down dressed up so I was even warmer

I curled up

disappeared

I turned down the iTunes so blues was also lulling me

appeasement helped my heart which was yearning for sleep

each moment spent in tranquillity and without pain is paradise

grace

gratitude

modesty bathe me and don’t leave me

enjoy in my heart

let’s welcome swallows with a smile

twenty one years ago Kaja passed away

in the book Days of My Life today is the Day When Mothers are Passing Away

Kaja is the mother of all beings

Kaja – joy which exists

it’s snowing

it’s snowing in Kaja’s glory

in Kaja’s glory today I wrote a letter to Violeta Ivana and Mirjana

they are closest to me in my everyday life and work

Violeta is editing and correcting blessings of the Miroslav Mandic book every day

Ivana is translating blessings of the Miroslav Mandic book to English every day

Mirjana is showing the most enthusiasm and gives the most money

everything else that should be done is on hold

apart from everyday work I cannot get into any of the work

that is on hold since then the things I’m singing are going to snap

I don’t know what to do

I hope I will never stop singing

there is nobody to get the advice from about the problems I’m troubled with

there is nobody who I could tell the God’s miracle I feel and live

there is nobody with whom I could share the miracle of singing creating and walking

it’s God’s glory

it’s snowing

today I’ll start to think about what to do and how to work if on the first of June

I break up working with Ivana and Violeta and if I break up working on the web site

I will be thinking in glory of all imprisoned ones

in glory of Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Julian Assange

Mohamed Bouazizi

Jan Palach

Christ

crucified

resurrected

constantly resurrecting

in anyone’s brave heart

resurrecting through the love of the immortal ones

sing

them

just

sing

them

miroslav

and

don’t

give

up

don’t

ever

give

up

miroslav

sing

them

and

love-kiss

them

through

tears

of

freedom

and

in

all

beings

resurrect

m

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r

o

s

l

a

v

light snow is falling

yesterday I was thinking about the first of June this year

should I break up or carry on

whatever it is what’s the most important is that it is dear to God

dear

to

God

You

all being

three ways

first way – to stop doing everything I’m working on for one year

second way – to stop working with Violeta Ivana and working with the web site

third way – to carry on with everything

since December when I started thinking about break up

in order to improve my work I was thinking about breaking up

with Violeta’s editing Ivana’s translating and working with the web site

yesterday I felt that if I’m breaking up it would

be good to break up with everything for one year

I felt that I could do that and I felt great relief in that

I took on walking a little paper accordion with everything I’m working with

One Man – now forty two years old work till the end of my life

Red Notebook – now forty two years old miracle till the end of my life

86400 – 86400 moments and works every day or immaterial art

I am God – everyday writing of the poem I am God to the end of my life

Miroslav Mandic – everyday work on fourteen years long book

Blue Roses – everyday work on decennial picture

Blue Film – everyday work on decennial film

64 Buds – everyday work on sixty four decennial pictures

Bud of Walking – walking 13 km every day

Bud of the Face – taking photo of my face every day

Bud of a Day – everyday photo of a day

Good Walker – everyday drawing

miroslavmandic.name – everyday work on the web site

Bud of All Beings – everyday definitions of the Bud of All Beings

Coffees of Courage – everyday work with money

I was looking at the little drawing on the little paper accordion which represents each

of these works and while walking I was thinking whether I can and could this be stopped

I felt I could stop and with God’s will after one year carry on

on each of the works would be left with a trace of the one year of void and break up

painful

salvific

when I felt that it is possible I felt great relief

I was thinking that I would love to disappear somewhere

not somewhere God knows where since that is impossible for me because I don’t want

to cross state borders and by doing so confirm them and use

the passport in which I don’t believe

but somewhere

here

close by which is sometimes the most remote

somewhere in some motel in Vojvodina

to be silent and to forget about everything

to freshen up

only to surrender to God

to hug and love-kiss Him

more free and joyful

it’s snowing harder

pain in the chest is lessening

snowflakes first bounce of the asphalt and then they melt immediately

third way

to carry on with everything

there are three ways within the third way

the old way – with misery cubed

in change – with more work agreement and identification

in new way – with new person

all three ways are good because they are unknown to me

three ways can be reduced to two

first way – the old way

second way – in change and in new way

it’s important to go one of the two ways and not to hesitate or go between them

today is Mohamed Bouazizi’s birthday

may everything I live work and sing be also in glory of Mohamed Bouazizi

it’s important to give in and surrender myself on the way I’m going to carry on

on the first way I would be even more alone

alone – for all beings

alone – a poem to each being

alone – in glory of all lone ones

second way is with the other

with the other – loyal to others

with the other – identical other

with the other – dedicated other

with Goddess – eternal poem of all beings

with Goddess – eternal wedding with all beings

with Goddess – eternal glory of one and only God

the most important is to sing create and

live each moment dear to God You and all beings

each moment of the 86400 moments each day

only goodness

only beauty

only love

only immortality

everyone has succeeded within me already

everyone is already joy within me

everyone is already love-kissed within me

everyone is immortal within me

this is how I went through March

I got from

Mirjana Lukic 155 euros

Vladimir Macura 100 euros

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 63 euros

Vera Varady 60 euros

Sun Mandic 18 euros

Violeta Jovanovic 10 euros

Petar Miloradovic 10 euros

I’ve spent

twist roll 18 dinars

zwieback 45 dinars

three rolls 62 dinars

Serbian bun 43 dinars

pasta 0.4 kg 55 dinars

eight pastries 299 dinars

bread 5.2 kg 1042 dinars

five bannocks 155 dinars

smoki peanuts 0.7 kg 90 dinars

five bags of peanut sticks 120 dinars

mineral water 15l 431 dinars

effervescent mineral tablets 449 dinars

tofu chees 123 dinars

mustard 0.3 kg 81 dinars

mayonnaise 2.55 kg 801 dinars

herbal cheese 0.3 kg 114 dinars

instant soup 23 dinars

olives 0.15 kg 85 dinars

four lettuces 198 dinars

carrots 0.52 kg 29 dinars

potatoes 0.8 kg 59 dinars

beetroot 1.13 kg 65 dinars

parsley 0.22 kg 26 dinars

frozen vegetables 0.8 kg 174 dinars

apples 3.91 kg 174 dinars

bananas 5.1 kg 572 dinars

oranges 5.52 kg 401 dinars

sweets 40 dinars

two creams 324 dinars

biscuits 2.5 kg 721 dinars

five bags of hot chocolate 134 dinars

cranberry tea 114 dinars

two bags of prostate tea 415 dinars

two boxes of hawthorn tea 290 dinars

multivitamins 372 dinars

hawthorn tincture 1302 dinars

toilet paper 86 dinars

four soaps 415 dinars

paper tissues 18 dinars

fabric softener 417 dinars

three toothpastes 309 dinars

dishwashing liquid 99 dinars

plastic foils 200 dinars

bus plus ticket 436 dinars

two mini dv tapes for Blue Film 700 dinars

I got altogether 415 euros

I’ve spent 384 euros

for material and work 12 euros

for rent and bills 275 euros

for hygiene 18 euros

for food 79 euros

gave to others 62 euros

31 euros minus I compensated from the money I have left from last year

this month Vesna Milovic as well gave me money but I don’t

know how much because Nada haven’t given them to me yet

Vesna’s money I will put into the Fairy-Tale 4 for April

I would always love to give to others more than 33% of money I spend for myself

money for material and work I don’t count as well as rent money

and bills because that is the space for my works in which I live and work

I’ve spent on myself 97 euros

18 euros for hygiene and 79 for food

I’ve spent 97 euros and gave 62 euros

I gave 64% from what I’ve spent on myself

God it’s Your glory

numbers of litres kilograms bags boxes and number of dinars or euros are kisses of life

love-kissing with gratitude

love-kissing with thoughtfulness

love-kissing with modesty

love-kissing with calmness

twist roll 18 dinars hey

tofu chees 123 dinars hey

four soaps 415 dinars hey

two creams 324 dinars hey

multivitamins 372 dinars hey

parsley 0.22 kg 26 dinars hey

bus plus ticket 436 dinars hey

two boxes of hawthorn tea 290 dinars hey

Sun Mandic 18 euros hey hey hey

Vera Varady 60 euros hey hey hey

Mirjana Lukic 155 euros hey hey hey

Vladimir Macura 100 euros hey hey hey

Petar Miloradovic 10 euros hey hey hey

Violeta Jovanovic 10 euros hey hey hey

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 63 euros hey hey hey

may each bite be compassion with hungry ones

may everything I buy be encouragement for those who cannot buy

anything so that they have money and so that they can buy something

I would love if these lists fairy-tales trigger a smile

smile can do everything

isn’t it so

I am Gertrude Stein

reading of Gertrude Stein’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 6am

I would love to read the book Science as a Fairy-Tale by Vladimir Ajdačić

I love that everything existing exists as a fair-tale

I love even more so that fairy-tale is fairy-tale

I love the most that fairy-tale is poem

through

fairy-tale-like

singing

i

sing

poem-like

fairy-tale

spring

water

white

pebble

in

the

black

soil

dew

on

the

grass

blades

like

water

buds

purple

flowers

in

the

cold

spring

because

of

something

smashed

concrete

block

thrown

into

the

grass

black

brown

fatty

rotten

last-year’s

leaves

girl

Agape

which

i

will

meet

soon

girl

Agape

which

i’ve

just

met

today I’ve mer Natalija Dabic as well

poem

of

love

in

the

name

of

love

gone

times

tenderness

in

lashes

ten years ago I was reading Gertrude Stein

I love her from my youth

same as Wittgenstein and Goddard

love which lasts more than forty years

love which repeats

through repetition restores

through restoration identifies

today I’m Gertrude Stein myself

sun rays which are spreading at this moment over my table

fairy-tale like poem

horses

running

a

horse

in

a

mare

mane

of

freedom

and

love

even

brighter

and

warmer

rays

inhale

exhale

I’m walking with Agape

strong wind is blowing

wind is blowing

I’m teaching Agape how to say wind is blowing

we walked around the lake

she was telling me about herself

about her grandmas and grandpas. mother and father. older sister

on the father’s side grandma and grandpa are Hungarian

grandma and grandpa on the mother’s side are Greek

partisans who fled Greece in 1948 to Hungary

Agape are you Agape

Agape is it hard to be Agape

it’s easy for me

Agape is going back to Budapest tomorrow

we got wet in the rain

weather was bad but walking was good

I’m sitting at the computer in the warm room

blown through

my skin is burning

I’m exhausted

hungry

I’m enjoying words

my chest is painful

lettuce is waiting for me

I’m sleepy

wet clothes are drying around the flat

nine left blessings are calming me down

I can’t do anything to write them just like that

I’m stretching

yawning

I really can’t do anything to write them just like that

each word is like a laid egg

life of life

just laid

still warm egg

I’m watching the eyes of an old dog that is lying on the asphalt of a path around the lake

behind his eyes lies the same thought as behind mine

I experienced that

thought life

I’m life

says thought

I’m thought

says life

they hugged each other

kissed

went down the road

Life and Thought

with each day writing of the Miroslav Mandic book is more and more exciting and miraculous

gratitude to God

God’s glory

I’m filled with joyful humbleness before the

thought that I will finish writing the Miroslav Mandic book

that sometimes around 2018 I will write last 129600^th blessing

there are 44484 blessings in front of me

I’m calming down before the thought that I will then read Miroslav Mandic for the first time

fourteen years of everyday writing

of that knit

that white hank

that colourful ball

perfection of a ball is in its perfect unpredictability

God’s certainty

every ball is moving around its centre

every ball is moving in harmony with centres of all balls

every ball is moving in every centre

all balls are moving in the centre of each ball

that’s

who

i

am

heart of ball

ball of one and only heart of all beings

cold spring in which I’m writing today’s blessings as well

ninth spring of the Miroslav Mandic book

wholeness I’m singing You

renewing

budding