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BEAUTY WHICH SPREADS THROUGH THE LANDSCAPES

3063. day
21st May 2013

 

I hope that this year as well I will write the 144 Definitions of Art

from 24th May to 4th June

 

a little bit of strength – a lot of sense there is

 

old Indian

 

constant path

 

is waiting

 

path is still

 

path is beautiful

 

I recognised its beauty on the First Walking for Poetry

twenty nine years ago

 

beauty which spreads through the landscapes

 

I couldn’t walk for ten years later on if it wasn’t

for the beauty of the path and walking as dancing

 

nothing more miraculous than this day

 

everything that ever was is today as well

 

everything that will ever be is already now

 

old Indian is moving away

 

a poem on the road he is

 

I Am The One Who Sees How Each Grass Blade Is Swinging In The Landscape

 

I Am The One Who Mother Gave Birth To In Order To Be Brother And Sister To Each Being

 

I Am The One Who Father Created In Order To Be Inextinguishable Flame Of Freedom

 

my youth is in Your youth

 

my essence is in Your essence

 

one is the pulse

 

the essence of trudging

 

the essence of tamburica-playing

 

the essence of tattooing

 

from that distance into this closeness he came

 

from this closeness into that distance he will go

 

I Am The One Who Is Turning Distances into Closeness’s

 

I Am The One Who Is Turning Closeness’s Into Love

 

I Am The One Who Is Turning Love Into Loyalty

 

feet

 

hands

 

face

 

 

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EVERYTHING YEARNS FOR EACH OTHER

3064. day
22nd May 2013


 

this morning I got the stitches from my chests removed

 

on Friday the ones from my leg should be as well

 

the air in Topcider felt so good

 

snails

 

a worm

 

everything yearns for each other

 

harmony of mutual yearning fills each particle of the Universe

 

I feel sleepy whole day

 

life is dance which should be honestly danced

 

greatest human crime is calling many beings

inanimate and also not seeing beings in things

 

Topcider lake has been cleansed today

 

they emptied it and then they were taking out the mud from its bottom in carts

 

each work is important

 

I’m thankful to the nurse Snezana who has been

changing my bandages three-four times already

 

selfishness is hatred towards oneself

 

hatred towards oneself is spreading on the hatred towards everybody

 

unselfishness is love for oneself

 

love for oneself is spreading on the love for others

 

I’m constantly listening old blues

 

they’re lifting me up

 

making me tender

 

when maternal instinct in a woman for her new born after

two years doesn’t transform into love for younglings of all beings maternal

instinct of that woman is transforming into the instinct of a killer throughout her life

 

when martial instinct in a man after the war

doesn’t transform into love for ex enemies martial instinct

of that man is transforming into the instinct of a killer throughout his life

 

life is full of killers

 

blues is guarding the world from mass killers

 

I can breathe air in more and more

 

I make uncontrolled sighs less and less

 

what makes me serene is that my life was filled with admiration and gratitude

 

I admire brave people

 

I’m fascinated with independent people

 

I adore good people

 

all beings are fulfilling me

 

I am each being

 

 

PHILOSOPHY

3065. day
23rd May 2013

 

cloudy rainy morning

 

I cannot make myself comfortable at the desk

 

my right leg is hurting me

 

I hope it will be easier when the stitches are taken off

 

patience only patience

 

I was sleeping

 

I’m drinking second cranberry tea

 

soon I will go to bed again

 

when I’m lying my leg almost doesn’t hurt me

 

every blessing is glory of the blessing itself

 

moving away

 

while moving at snail speed everything is swaying at snail slowness

 

I love philosophy

 

I love philosophy of stones

 

I love philosophy of plants

 

I love philosophy of animals

 

one is philosophy

 

philosophy of all beings

 

one is art

 

art of all beings

 

one is religion

 

religion of all beings

 

I rejoice everyone who is walking and running at the moment

 

run run all living beings

 

sing Louis Armstrong – whole Universe shudders

 

I was sleeping

 

I’m drinking cold chocolate

 

drenching rain has stopped

 

for drenching rain I’ve heard from one woman at the hospital

in the elevator while I was driven to make an X-ray of my lungs

 

it was magnificent that rain

 

those rain drops on the hospital windows

 

cold fresh air

 

philosophy of solidarity

 


 

ART IS FORGIVE

3066. day
24th May 2013

 

Art is forgive – find a place for me within You

 

Art is forgive – gusts of wet wind

 

Art is forgive – suicide man’s letter

 

Art is forgive – a child which is playing on the open railroad

 

Art is forgive – children which are walking over the icy lake

 

Art is forgive – a boy who is walking over high rampart

 

Art is forgive – a girl who went into the night

 

Art is forgive – a boy on the roof of a wagon

 

Art is forgive – a boy who wasn’t caught in the first theft

 

Art is forgive – big birds are flying over a small child

 

Art is forgive – a knife in the hands of the bewildered one

 

Art is forgive – runaway child huddling in the straw bale

 

I wrote first twelve out of 144 Definitions of Art

 

new ones of this year from number 1152 to number 1296

 

I’m writing them for nine years now from 24th May to 4th June

 

today after getting out the stitches from the wound on my leg

 

it was painful

 

it’s nicer now. stitches are not cutting into the flesh

 

I have no strength

 

today is Bob Dylan’s seventieth birthday

 

coming from hospital I was cold

 

I couldn’t have enough sleep

 

today’s first twelve definitions are behind me

 

I slept enough

 

it’s warmer

 

there are no stitches in my skin

 

blessings are coming one after the other

 

music is not stopping

 

everyone who is happy please leave a crumb of happiness for the world’s happiness

 

music is not stopping

 

blessings are coming one after the other

 

path is not betraying

 

rose is constantly love-kissing

 


 

UMETNOST JE OPROSTI 2 ART IS FORGIVE 2

3067. day
25th May 2013

 

Art is forgive – stones are rolling down the cliff

 

Art is forgive – snow avalanche is sliding down the valley

 

Art is forgive – flaming lava is bursting out the crater

 

Art is forgive – high water has broken through the levees

 

Art is forgive – waterfall is falling down into the deep

 

Art is forgive – thunder is hitting a large tree

 

Art is forgive – whales are massively killing themselves by running against the shore

 

Art is forgive – large hail stones have destroyed all the crops

 

Art is forgive – soil is cracked from long lasting drought

 

Art is forgive – large quantities of oil are spilled into the sea

 

Art is forgive – explosion of atomic powerhouse has contaminated the whole surrounding

 

Art is forgive – weapons of all kinds are constantly being produced and used

 

Sherpas are carrying heavy loads

 

harbour workers are carrying heavy sacks

 

burlaks are hauling ships

 

witches are being burnt

 

music music music

 

let’s dance flowers

 

let’s dance trees

 

let’s dance clouds

 

I’m writing in order to make myself stronger

 

I’m writing in order to be less alone

 

I’m writing so that a runaway child huddling in the hay would have a warm heart

 

I made some cranberry tea in order to finish today’s blessings

 

I drank the tea and I didn’t write the blessings

 

slowly

 

word by word

 

only to move a bit

 

come closer to today’s end

 

only that

 

nothing more

 

enough

 

only that

 

93RD TIME 33 DAYS OR ART IS FORGIVE 4

3069. day
27th May 2013

 

Art is forgive – funeral of the impoverished people

 

Art is forgive – pains that are suffering those who are not entitled to medical care

 

Art is forgive – political prisoners which the world is always full of

 

Art is forgive – long lines in public kitchens

 

Art is forgive – homeless people who have lost their homes

 

Art is forgive – street children who live on their own on the streets

 

Art is forgive – dilapidation of insane asylums

 

Art is forgive – children who are working all day long

 

Art is forgive – slaughterhouses in which animals are being killed day-night

 

Art is forgive – horrible transportations in which animals are dying

 

Art is forgive – correctional facilities for juvenile children

 

Art is forgive – ships full of emigrants

 

a moment ago I walked for the first time on my own

 

when I went down underneath the

First House of All Beings and looked down the empty street I felt

 

indescribable beauty of the abyss of life in front of me

 

a child in the middle of the cosmos of life

 

I walked five hundred meters to the little park and I set on the bench

 

I was breathing deeply

 

watching the camomile in front of my feet

 

I remembered how in my childhood I was picking camomile with Kaja

 

one dog ran to me

 

I took off my topcoat but I immediately put it back on

 

on my way back I got sweaty on the stares

 

climbing the stairs feels good for my right leg which is in pain and bleeding

 

I’m sitting in my topcoat at the moment

 

I’m sweating

 

I changed my clothes

 

while sitting on the place where my leg is still bleeding it’s really tight

 

indescribable beauty of the abyss of life in front of me

 

a herd of horses on the river island

 

school of fish

 

birds are flying high in the heavenly rose

 

 

somebody

on

the

road

 


 

UMETNOST JE OPROSTI 5ART IS FORGIVE 5

3070. day
28th May 2013

 

Art is forgive – everyday car accidents on the roads

 

Art is forgive – plane crashes with a lot of victims

 

Art is forgive – mining accidents with underground buried miners

 

Art is forgive – catastrophic earthquakes

 

Art is forgive – devastating tsunamis

 

Art is forgive – unstoppable pandemics

 

Art is forgive – camps with hungry people

 

Art is forgive – animal fights initiated by people

 

Art is forgive – execution of death sentences

 

Art is forgive – large forest fires

 

Art is forgive – atomic bombs testing

 

Art is forgive – throwing tear gas on demonstrators

 

because of the healing of the sternum

I should always sleep on my back and I wasn’t sleeping on my back

since I was thirty eight but always on the side so I can’t get enough sleep

 

I hope that I will have three short walks every day

 

this morning it felt really good being on the early sun

 

morning freshness and sun was already warming up my body

 

I was sitting on the bench

 

climbing the stairs does good to my leg

 

afterwards I slept for two hours

 

sleeping strengthens and heels

 

the wound on my leg is tight and it’s still bleeding a bit

 

now as well I can’t wait to lie down and sleep a bit

 

camomile smells wonderful in the sun

 

linden has blossomed

 

fruit is coming

 

flowers

 

grass

 

new potatoes

 

tomatoes

 

the honesty of beggary upsets me

Rimbaud

 

I’m missing the swallows

 

somebody

 

 

rose

on

the

road

 


 

ART IS FORGIVE 6

3071. day
29th May 2013

 

Art is forgive – buildings collapse and they take away victims

 

Art is forgive – buildings collapse and sink into the rivers

 

Art is forgive – mass killers who are killing innocent kids and people

 

Art is forgive – kittens tied in a sack and thrown into the water

 

Art is forgive – poisoned street dogs

 

Art is forgive – fish caught in big nets

 

Art is forgive – birds caught in big nets

 

Art is forgive – executed sprinkled with lime in mass graves

 

Art is forgive – hung on the trees are hanging like a strange fruit

 

Art is forgive – dogs released to catch runaway slaves

 

Art is forgive – young girls sold in white slavery forced on prostitution

 

Art is forgive – political opponents who have been thrown form airplanes by police

 

I’m lacking sleep

 

back

 

vertebra

 

leg that’s still bleeding a bit

 

if I could lie on the side I would huddle in a foetal position

 

exuberant life takes place underneath the big rock in the grass

 

I’m thinking of good boy within me

 

he used to give me strength to bare even what I cannot

 

I see that good boy is tired

 

he’s walking

 

whenever his strength comes back

 

he’s singing

 

dancing

 

he is through the other-female

 

he is through the other-male

 

the other is

 

Little God

 

hips

 

shoulders

 

poem of the world is

 

good boy

 


 

ART IS FORGIVE 7

3072. day
30th May 2013

 

Art is forgive – devastating bombings

 

Art is forgive – forced relocations

 

Art is forgive – genocides over nations and species

 

Art is forgive – mass starvations

 

Art is forgive – deadly propaganda

 

Art is forgive – spreading lies and hatred

 

Art is forgive – use of bio and psychological weapons

 

Art is forgive – fields mining with cluster bombs

 

Art is forgive – horrific experiments with animals

 

Art is forgive – using animals for war purposes

 

Art is forgive – using children for war purposes

 

Art is forgive – human celebrations of war atrocities

 

a moment ago there was a hail

 

balcony was full of ice

 

there was a lot of lightning and thunder last night but it burst out just now

 

everything is quiet now

 

air is fresh

 

mountain

 

I love the sounds of rain

 

they are lulling

 

caressing from within

 

rain can be heard

 

snow cannot be heard

 

if I’m protected while raining it’s indescribable pleasure

 

I’m surrendering to tranquillity

 

each cell within me enjoys

 

enjoyment of all animals enjoys within me

 

enjoyment of all plants enjoys within me

 

whenever body enjoys it celebrates immortality

 

enjoyment is the most obvious proof of immortality

 

tranquillity

 

identification

 

one being

 


 

ART IS FORGIVE 8

3073. day
31st May 2013

 

Art is forgive – oil fields in flame

 

Art is forgive – airplanes which are crashing into skyscrapers

 

Art is forgive – racism and bigotry which are spreading

 

Art is forgive – hatred towards minorities and different ones

 

Art is forgive – constant system of control

 

Art is forgive – depression and fear from freedom

 

Art is forgive – borders which are constantly producing conflicts

 

Art is forgive – lives lost for symbols

 

Art is forgive – deadly drug addiction

 

Art is forgive – deadly alcoholism

 

Art is forgive – deadly patriotism

 

Art is forgive – deadly chauvinism

 

it felt good it felt good morning erection in my sleep

 

everything is only about grace

 

art of grace is in surrendering

 

of sun to the sun

 

to the big worm which was carried by water that flowed down the street yesterday

 

to snuggling

 

writing is snuggling

 

singing is love-kissing

 

snuggle my beloved males

 

love-kiss my beloved females

 

grace of art is in snuggling to 

 

sky and earth are snuggling

 

day and night are snuggling

 

innocent ones are snuggling

 

I cannot detach from the word snuggling it won me that much

 

it snuggled to me

 

at one moment I felt that all sense of the world depends on snuggling

 

snuggling to God

 

breathing through God

 

being God

 

love-kissing and snuggling to God

 

 

FIRST JUNE AGAIN OR ART IS FORGIVE 9

3074. day
1st June 2013

 

Art is forgive – evil of all scientific achievements for war purposes

 

Art is forgive – lie in all national histories

 

Art is forgive – justification of violence in all civilisations

 

Art is forgive – division of everything on ours and yours

 

Art is forgive – raising enemies in each family

 

Art is forgive – abuse of young people

 

Art is forgive – taboos and prejudices

 

Art is forgive – idolatry

 

Art is forgive – simplification of language

 

Art is forgive – detrimental effect of academism

 

Art is forgive – vanity of charm and entertainment

 

Art is forgive – fear of believing in light we are made of

 

first June again

 

cosmic mystery of the life itself

 

twenty two days after the heart surgery

 

while being at the hospital I stopped precisely noting of got-spent-gave

 

it’s hard to note every little thing

 

I thought I would be doing it to the end of this year but I’m giving up

 

I got in May from

 

Vera Varady 66660

Vladimir Macura 55000

Mirjana Lukic 45410

Zeljko Radic and Yasuka Sato 18315

Branko Popovic 14000

Vesna Milovic 11100

Nhandan Chirco 5500

Violeta Jovanovic 3600

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 3000

Sun Mandic 2000

Srecko Stankovic 2000

Petar Mioloradovic 11000

 

angels

 

altogether I got

227685 dinars

 

for rent and bills food hygiene gels gauze bandages

pyjama medications bed elastic socks iPhone 5 I’ve spent

127993 dinars

 

I gave to others

11600

 

gratitude only gratitude

 

gratitude to the angels

 

gratitude to the first June again

 

gratitude to the life itself

 

I’m watching through the window

 

leaves of birch tree came to the fourth floor

 

sparrows are flying in front of the window

 

greenery is spreading to the horizon

 

I’m caressing the painful spot on my leg

 

ART IS FORGIVE 11

3076. day
3rd June 2013

 

Art is forgive – controls from the Cosmos

 

Art is forgive – supervisions and controls in the virtual world

 

Art is forgive – hiding lies and violence in the virtual world

 

Art is forgive – dependence of the virtual world

 

Art is forgive – alone ones

 

Art is forgive – forgotten ones

 

Art is forgive – abandon ones

 

Art is forgive – rejected ones

 

Art is forgive – forbidden ones

 

Art is forgive – ridiculed ones

 

Art is forgive – raped ones

 

Art is forgive – exposed to everyday violence in family

 

morning sweating after the first tea

 

I’m changing the t-shirt

 

I’m trying not to despond regardless of limitation

and everyday mild pains in my chests leg and back

 

Ludwig Wittgenstein is always helping me

 

people love Ludwig Wittgenstein a lot

 

circle and circles of Ludwig Wittgenstein

 

what draws people to Ludwig Wittgenstein

 

why they love him so much

 

logic love inexpressible

 

solitude

 

uncompromisingness

 

loving Wittgenstein

 

loving miraculous

 

ordinary in language

 

loving Robert Walser

 

people love Robert Walser as well

 

innocence

 

being a better man through Robert Walser

 

being a better man through Ludwig Wittgenstein

 

with boyhood through the whole life

 

boyhood which is constantly regenerating and reviving others

 


 

ART IS FORGIVE 12

3077. day
4th June 2013

 

Art is forgive – locked up Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

 

Art is forgive – locked up Julian Assange

 

Art is forgive – forgive me soil

 

Art is forgive – forgive me water

 

Art is forgive – forgive me air

 

Art is forgive – forgive me light

 

Art is forgive – forgive me Earth

 

Art is forgive – forgive me Universe

 

Art is forgive – forgive me love

 

Art is forgive – forgive me life

 

Art is forgive – forgive me innocence

 

Art is forgive – forgive me God

 

new 144 Definitions of Art are behind me

 

art lead me

 

today is Kaja’s eighty seventh birthday

 

Kaja mother of all beings

 

Blessed Lady

 

I will eat a cake in Kaja’s glory

 

from the beginning of the year I’ve planned to decide

on the first of June should I break up working with my closed ones

 

as I see things didn’t change for the better but now I don’t have the strength to decide

 

my web-site with a new title page and new link which

I wanted to begin on the first of June I’ve also moved for the autumn

 

this morning I had a bit of a stomach ache and that made me sad

 

after seven years I saw Slavko Milekic and that felt good

 

we were talking about consciousness

 

harmony

 

it was wonderfully drizzling this morning

 

cold air did me good

 

I was dressed well so I enjoyed in the rain and cold

 

every day is a great day

 

every day is glory of all days

 

every day is a cause of all days

 

horse

 

whinnying

 


 

38TH TIME LAO TZU

3078. day
5th June 2013

 

It is those who interfere not with their living

That are wise in exalting life.

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 75

 

The big and strong belong underneath.

The gentle and weak belong at the top.

Lao Tzu in the Chapter 76

 

cold

 

fog

 

morning drizzle

 

I’m looking forward to go outside

 

to join the snails

 

when I got out I took photos of roses

 

rose buds

 

overwhelming beauty has filled my body

 

like in the morning dream in which an older serious female doctor has

received me in the clinic and then she opened the door behind which appeared

a restaurant in which naked women and men were having lunch and making love

 

I thought of calling a friend and ask her to come to

caress her breasts and in that way nourish both myself and her

 

breasts kisses

 

the very breasts

 

the very kisses

 

it was drizzling

 

Ljilji came running

 

Fatima approached

 

Robert came from behind

 

Jasmin was in a big garbage container

 

those children really mean a lot to me

 

the same as the drizzle is full of life so are those children full of love

 

invisible motions are filling the atmosphere

 

innocent little souls are caressing souls of things and people

 

breasts on a palm of a hand

 

kisses a gaze

 

each gaze is a search for God

 

 

i

will

come

to

you

 

 

i

will

come

to

you

to

caress

my

breasts

 

 

i

will

come

to

you

to

heal

yourself

with

my

breasts

 

 

i

will

come

to

you

to

heal

yourself

and

invigorate

me

 

 

breasts are budding

 

buds are breasting

 

HERE I AM IN THE LIGHT OF THE VERY CONSCIOUSNESS

3079. day
6th June 2013

 

today is Milomir’s ninety second birthday

 

eternal boy

 

boy father

 

only as rejected we are worth something

Diary 2003

 

I was on the balcony

 

I was whisking hot chocolate on the balcony

 

wind is blowing

 

it got me excited

 

I immediately wished to mention it

 

wind in a warm day

 

I’m drinking the hot chocolate

 

I am missing a close person

 

last night I was thinking of a close person

 

about my close ones who will make a circle

around me and hopefully protect me from the system

 

ID

 

place of residence

 

health insurance

 

I don’t have strength

 

I’m missing reading

 

I cannot read because there is a possibility of pinching a spine nerve

 

I think of knitting and it brightened me up

 

knitting has reminded me of shoe shining

 

life outside of life

 

sentence which ends in endlessness

 

laws of indeterminacy helped the laws of determinacy

 

I was helped by the balcony. hot chocolate. wind and mentioning the wind

close person that I’m missing. my close ones which will hopefully save me from the

system. acknowledgement that I’m missing reading. knitting. shoe shining. life

outside of life. sentence which ends in endlessness. laws of indeterminacy

 

 

here

i

am

in

the

light

of

the

very

consciousness

 

 

consciousness

conscience

closeness

 

 

love of sisterhood and brotherhood of all beings

 

healing breasts

 

sweet kisses

 

breasts strawberries

 

buds kisses

 


 

INNOCENCE OF PERSISTENCE

3080. day
7th June 2013

 

Cherevic, Banoshtor, Susek, Neshtin, then further into the woods, right away

work for Nhandan Chirco Branko Popovic and Dragana Varadinac

Diary 2003

 

last night I was watching with great pleasure a film about Joe Strummer

 

persisting in innocence

 

dust from the road on the legs of a walker

 

heroism through form

 

cosmic dust on the back of a stranger

 

ethics of shape

 

for days

 

ethics of means

 

for years

 

calling

 

ancient bread of music

 

with admiration

 

with bowing

 

with bowing to admiration

 

with admiration to bowing

 

with monastic fires of all-unity

 

I started again to read the A People’s History of the United States

 

human struggle for freedom is touching

 

state is horrible because it constantly bans freedom

 

faces of Indian chiefs are faces of God

 

faces of white leaders of the USA are faces of clerks

 

faces of Indians are beaming with freedom and light

 

faces of white leaders are beaming with greed and crime

 

every being is being born with the fire of freedom in their heart

 

when enough of beings are guarding and keeping the fire of freedom

the fire of freedom lightens up the Universe

 

when majority of beings puts out the fire of freedom

within themselves dark is ruling the world

 

Joe Strummer

 

Indians

 

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

 

Julian Assange

 

sandy shores

 

beauty of a magpie

 


 

I’M MISSING THE FOETAL POSITION

3081. day
8th June 2013


 

but to give life for Greek light – that’s already Hölderlin

I said this morning to Ivana

 

art of living art

 

art of experience

 

experiment of art

 

it’s wonderful that art in Russian is experience and experience experiment

 

I’m missing the foetal position in which I can’t

put myself in because my sternum is not healed yet

 

it seems to me that I could gain strength in that position

 

to surrender to the goodness of the beginning

 

to bathe in tears of self-joy

 

I love art without experience and I love art of experience

 

I could talk for hours about

 

sensual art

 

non-sensual art

 

circles of fire

 

all-reduction

 

blue of the blue

 

God without God

 

God of God

 

constant poem

 

infinite singing

 

lilacs and hyacinths in the belly

 

up to here is green from here is purple

 

changing is changing

 

4:49pm

at this time a month ago I was admitted for medical examination in Zemun Hospital

 

heart surgery started after midnight

 

I’m still in shock

 

the same way I don’t know how I was born

 

I don’t know how I was born again after the surgery

 

it’s wonderful that poem is still here

 

that singing is not stopping

 

that all beings are even more all beings

 

that loyalty is not dying

 

 

that

god

is

even

dearer

to

god

 

ONLY WHAT IS IN INTEREST OF ALL BEINGS IS GOOD

3083. day
10th June 2013

 

Monday

 

first orgasm

 

first drawing of the Blue Rose

 

first recording of the Blue Film

 

first drawing of the 64 Buds

 

after the operation

 

Edward Snowden

 

only what is in interest of all beings is good

 

everything that is in interest only of some beings is evil

 

deer roaring

 

milk of young cows is foaming

 

hearts are beating in birds eggs

 

yes

 

sex appeal of daisies refines the world

 

horniness of rain showers gives satisfaction to the soil

 

unselfishness of the poor eroticises life without hope

 

yes

 

goodness depends of each being

 

beauty of the world is experience of each being

 

pain in my chests while sneezing is lessening

 

the average of last week walking was four kilometres and eight hundred meters

 

only life for all beings is life

 

life only for some beings is death

 

horses are whining

 

cows are mooing

 

wolfs are howling

 

bamboos are growing up to the skies

 

rivers are running wild out of the riverbeds

 

flickers of the Universe are flickering by each being

 

I thought of the mud of the river Avon which runs through Bristol

 

I thought of the healing mud of the swamp near Melenci

 

I thought of the dusks over the plain

 

of the night in which everything blends into one

 


 

HOBO WRITING

3084. day
11th June 2013

 

I is singing to God

Diary 2003

 

the most beautiful is writing from the state of pure goodness

 

goodness is the most creative

 

everything is budding from possibilities

 

one thinks of anything and that already is

 

hobo writing

 

to the bank of a canal overgrown with bulrush

 

by the mudslide in which birds are nesting

 

step into the water up to the knees

 

stretching out on the warm sand

 

feeling the grace of a small poem

 

breathing the loyalty through all beings

 

writing from the state of goodness is writing through loyalty

 

goodness and loyalty are one

 

light of creating

 

hips in embrace

 

thighs in kissing

 

pleasure of sexual act permeates all shapes of life

 

pleasure of loyalty surrenders each being to all beings

 

pleasure of goodness fills each being

 

surrender to each other each other are constantly saying to each other

 

4:54pm

I just found out that my Bogdanka Poznanovic is gone

 

I was addressing her as God

 

she had beautiful tone of voice

 

she loved me

 

I met her and Dejan in Pula in nineteenth sixty nine

 

she was always smiling

 

today I will walk for her

 

hobo writing Bogdanka and me will be walking

 

there is no ending to vagrancy

 

as well as to writing

 

as well as to love

 

God


 

EVERYTHING TREMBLES FROM RUNNING TOWARDS

3085. day
12th June 2013

 

carnations on the table are fragrant

 

in the small bouquet of carnations there are ten buds as well

 

vigour buds

 

clitorises of constant horniness with life

 

music is spreading from the speakers

 

it gladdens me

 

singing is love-kissing

 

mystery of sounds

 

forebodings of the one and only heart

 

I’m moving on through swaying

 

like a fish

 

I’m just moving and sliding towards the next word

 

I’m swimming through the water of writing

 

I’m waving water water is waving me

 

fish-like

 

aerodynamic

 

freedom of each word is a condition of freedom for any word

 

freedom of creation is in the freedom of creation

 

freedom of singing is in the freedom of singing

 

simplicity always opens all the depth of simplicity

 

sometimes I sigh heavily with no control

 

birds fly towards birds

 

fishes swim towards fishes

 

roses smell with roses

 

shapes of meaning float by shapes of meaning

 

every soul runs towards the other soul

 

everything trembles from running towards

 

running-towards-like

 

tiny-like

 

love flies fish-like

 

love floats aerodynamically

 

carnations on the table are fragrant

 

kisses of constant horniness with life

 


 

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