Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

good morning goodness of the morning

unprotected

exposed

bare

alone

alone for everybody

I’m anxious

I’m afraid

Edward Snowden

Bradley Manning

Julian Assange

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

butcheries

meat industry

entertainment industry

war industry

all beings don’t know of enemies

everything that are not all beings is divided on enemies

it’s passed noon

several buds in the little carnation bouquet have opened up

with arched neck of a young horse I’m thinking

of the book I am You are I which is waiting to be published

I’m thinking of the book I am You are I am God

I love book

I am book

I love to be on the road

I am road

I miss You

I am You

I poured more water in the bottle with the little carnation bouquet

several more buds opened up

if I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one

and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul

Muhammad

I love flowers

I am bud

the beauty of the morning makes me shudder

music carries away

soon I’m going on outpatient appointment a month after getting out of the hospital

I feel a bit nauseous

I only want the music

I’m in Mirjana’s cars

I’m silent

I feel pointless

my leg is still painful and bleeding a bit

I’m in the Clinical Centre

it’s full of people

I’m sick of everything here

it’s hard for me to bare all of that

the cosmic feeling of life I cannot sence while waiting for the check-up

the check-up is over

what a relief

follow-up in six months

I will keep on taking three preventive medications

I will be carrying elastic stocking and sleeping on my back for another month

after that I can even swim

I’m walking slowly through the Clinical Centre in order to remember it

by this amenity while leaving and not by the nausea with which I entered

sun gives me pleasure

I took off the shirt in Topcider and walked naked to the waist

I’ve made the five hundred and third photo of the One Man

Mirjana bought the ointment for regeneration of the scar tissue

while writing the spot on my leg which is

bleeding is without the bandages for the first time

it feels nice

it’s drying

I am one man

writing is much much more than writing

sometimes just writing

like I was writing on cigarette package foils in my youth

walking by the ditches for irrigation which we were digging in the Neretva valley

I am William Blake

reading of William Blake’s poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 11 am

the day moved away

never in my life have I been for so long with no strength

I’m surrendering to it the way it is

sometimes I get swept over by joy

I get permeated by eternal youth of all beings

modesty strikes me

gratitude

peace

in front of Your face I’m transforming into God and You’re watching but You don’t see

in front of Your face God I’m transforming into God and You see it and You rejoice

it’s tender with God

even more tender by God

by freedom

by courage

by innocence

I’m becoming

God

God God to God

God

God

to God

God

God God to God

God

cherry in the mouth

shaking with hips

swaying with breasts

we are joy one within the other

only the two of us

only You and I

wind is carrying lavender smell over the stone reef

Your love makes me

I’m becoming You

Your love kisses me

I’m becoming every being

Your love is kissing

I’m becoming Your lover

in front of Your face I’m becoming Your face

i

one

i

power of morning

freshness

love-kissing just love-kissing

waterfalls are bursting

a hind is flying

a calf is licking the hand which is caressing it

theory of theory is love-kissing of love-kissing

water is whirling

gentle gaze is writing these words

imperceptible smile in the corner of the left lip excites my whole body

I’m walking slowly

I’m greeting big burdocks around which bees are flying

the art of slow walking

the art of unique existence

consciousness of only-being is very sexual

only-being – relating to everything and everybody

harmony of harmony

I’m watching-I’m watched

I’m kissing-I’m kissed

I’m watching-I’m kissing

I’m watched-I’m kissed

linden is fragrant

through the linden fragrance I’m in love

in love with the linden fragrance

be good my male-friend

be beautiful my female-friend

bleeding of my leg has stopped

I started smearing with a cream the scar on the leg and chests

I can also sneeze without pain in my chests

I’m overwhelmed with indescribable happiness while walking this slowly

it’s warmer and warmer

hot days are coming

happy

I bought cheese pie and yogurt to Robert and Ferdi

I’m singing

it’s morning

my eyes are full of tears

singing – only wealth

non-explanation – only joy

I believe You feel I love You

it’s only about that

great singing – I love-kiss You

great creating – I love-kiss You

great walking – I love-kiss You

tail of the crocodile is slowly swaying through the low grass

forest air is steaming from explosive insects’ flying

somebody is passing through a quiet street in the night

watered flowers are morning-smelling

young girl is getting naked in the water

a squirrel is swiftly climbing up on top of the tree

the day is hot

I’m sweating

God

I

poem

autobiography

serenity because of the little-autobiography

I remembered just now the game of throwing a knife into the ground

I don’t remember how we used to call it

first we draw a big circle on the ground and we half it if there is two of us

then I’m throwing a knife into Your half and if it is plunged into

the ground I’m drawing a new line on that place and taking Your part away

smells of remembrance

smells of easiness

I love rebirth

I love swimming

even better is the absence of yearning for swimming

when I know that swimming is impossible for me

deepest bow to Ania Lisweska

Ania I wish You to succeed in Your intention

Ania I wish You to feel the joy for everyone

Ania I wish You to make everyone happy

Ania I wish You to become the very poem of love

the moment I got outside I met Kemalj who

went with his cart to collect paper on the Banovo Brdo

the smell of linden thrills me

Zarko Radakovic has visited me last night. I enjoyed in Zarko and with Zarko

I see my shadow. I see – I’m going

I feel – each walking is epochal thing

mowed grass smells nice

an old man is walking very slowly

it’s passed nine

sun is warmer and warmer

my face is getting sweaty

I’m wiping my forehead with hand

a young man is caressing his dog with pleasure

on the other hand I’m caressing with my gaze

the edge of the road next to which I’m passing

meeting with somebody – celebration

being alone – constant celebration

being alone for everyone – constant celebration with everything it is

I’m sweating at the table

I’m changing the wet shirt

I’m enjoying in each time

each time is good

Universe is constantly good

I’m happy that I saw in my lifetime how geese are flying

heavy and big they are flying with great force

my heart started flying with them while I was watching them

good is the heart

heart is compassionate with everyone

heart is feeding everything

heart will never die

the word heart will never wear out

the word heart is heart of each word

because the word heart is heart of each word every word is heart

because each word is heart each word is

compassionate with everybody and everyone

I’m writing with my heart to all hearts

sweet apricots of the coming summer

Zsuzsa is starting to walk in half an hour. on the

ten year anniversary of her first walking up the stream of the Danube

in Hungary. she will walk three days meditating the peace strength and joy

Zsuzsa I’m with You

yesterday I ran for the first time in the forest because I felt I can run

Nada Petronijevic-Covic visited me last night. I enjoyed in Nada and with Nada

I danced for her. it was the first dancing after the operation

yesterday I finished reading the book

A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

existing manhood is marked with the white man’s crimes

with these hidden crimes man has no future

the future of all these years is a fight of an individual and masses against crimes

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Julian Assange

Edward Snowden

Bradley Manning

I am Bradley Manning

all the horror of each state corporate wealth and

military force is nothing comparing to courage of any individual

I thought of writing about that horror of constant war

which is in its core a crime against kids but I’m giving up thinking

with greatest tenderness about everyone who has resisted all of that

millions of innocent victims

Indians

Black people

workers

poor

emigrants

unemployed

women

queer people

children

fight for freedom is the fight for goodness and beauty

fight for goodness and beauty is the fight for truth

fight for truth is the fight for sympathies and solidarity of all beings

I am a runaway child

I am a good boy

I am Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

I am Julian Assange

I am Edward Snowden

I am Bradley Manning

one heart

one love

last night I went out just before midnight

wind was cooling off the warm night

I took off my shirt and was naked up to the waist

I wanted everybody to be happy

I was the maker of meaning

I was the life itself

the ocean of great forests

all-little-cell of the cosmic vastness

I felt like in lukewarm water in which life being born

my steps were slower and slower

heavenly

eternal

with each moment I felt more and more beautiful

at one moment the wind has carried a piece of paper

which flew to me like a child into somebody’s embrace

summer has begun this morning

sixty forth summer of my life

summer principles from this morning’s walking

not to know but to believe

not to believe but to love-kiss

not to love-kiss but to be

not to be but God

and

I love universal

everything that is in everything

everything that makes everyone

everything that is in interest of everybody

Miroslav Mandic is second name for universal

Miroslav Mandic is second name for all beings

Miroslav Mandic is second name for everyone

Miroslav Mandic through slow walking in the

early morning sun is singing through Miroslav Mandic

happiness for everybody

happiness for everything

happiness for everyone

Saturday

I’m in the Pozeska Street

joy of the morning

trams. people. fruit selling shops. newsstands. papers. heat

I would love if there was somebody I could share these

miraculous slow walks with but there is nobody who I could call

I’m gently thinking of Satie and his solitude

I’m gently thinking of Helderlin and his solitude

I admire lone ones

the lone ones are joy of being

staying on the path

it’s hard

staying on the path

it’s miraculous

staying on the path

it’s Miroslav Mandic path

staying on the path

Miroslav Mandic is the rose on the path

endure Miroslav endure

another 42207 blessings are in front of me

writing is a struggle for poetry

poetry is a struggle for singing

singing is a struggle for divination

struggle without fighting

surrendering

identification

loyalty

embrace me with Your goodness

accept me with Your beauty

a turf of grass between four cut off bars

a part of the big construction equipment thrown into the grass

rotten sheeting left from concreting

foam in the mare’s mouth

young horsewoman is orgasming while riding a mare

there is no insight without doing away with illusion

a leg has made a step

second leg has joined

who was once permeated cannot live anymore without permeation

who once permeated all beings with oneself

doesn’t want to live without permeation any more

there is no existence without cock

there is no singing without pussy

without cock everything is a lie

without pussy everything is nothingness

with cock – tenderness

with pussy – joy

under the tree on the bank an old wooden boat is rocking

wheat is ripening and becoming sun

apricots are falling into the dust

everything is becoming from unimportant

the most important is that everything is unimportant

everything that is unimportant is

the moment something gets important that is no more

it’s hard for me to be unimportant but only in that way I am

I’m not important

the one who loves is unimportant – who is important cannot love

who is loved is unimportant – who is important cannot feel that he or she is loved

when I looked at the sparrow this morning I felt its body in my spine

a leg is coming closer to a leg

a leg is leading a leg

a leg is following a leg

unimportant is very important to me

when somebody is really important that You’ll never sense

it is so important to me that I was writing pussy and cock again after a long time

I feel corrupted writing pussy and cock with no freedom and innocence

corrupted with corrupted language which

means nothing anymore but is with its literacy and its lies

considerations and politeness’s only in function of violence and profit

pussy and cock are one

pussy and cock are one letter

when I wrote yesterday pussy and cock are one I felt that

when pussy and cock are one then they are innocent and innocence

separated – they are shame

I cannot comprehend why have pussy and cock been declared as swearwords

why are they so hidden

how come that people don’t see buds in them

the very innocence

cock affirms pussy

pussy love-kisses cock

God affirms and love-kisses God

first time after the operation I am in downtown

I’m walking through Knez Mihajla Street

I feel incredibly great

I only am

I am the absence of pain

presence of God

I’m affirming You – trust me

through affirming You – I’m eternity

I am everything to everybody

I am happiness to everyone

I am everyone’s love

I am the daily bread to everybody

I am everyone’s enough daily money

I am flexibility in everyone’s body

I am a poem in everyone’s soul

I am conscious and consciousness in everyone’s spirit

I am a hangout in everybody

wonderful

I was running after a tram

I tripped over a high curb

I fell over the asphalt

I tore my pants on the knees

I ripped off the skin on my fingers

everything I do is God’s glory. everything I am is God

I didn’t get outside yet

the day before yesterday as well yesterday and last night I was a bit cold

I’m warming myself

I have huddled

I called myself towards myself

I embraced myself

in order to relax and protect myself

so that I feel nice

so that everybody feels nice

I feel nice feeling nice

it’s even nicer if the other is nice

I’m enjoying how nice he is

how he surrenders

to grace

how he disappears

in beauty

how he is dying

of beauty

and for beauty

and

here

is

today’s

poem

i am god

i am god

if I am to you

god I am

god

everything is one

simple

huddled

it warms up

nurtures

breath

to breath

a raspberry has fell on the heart drawing on the table

a trace of raspberry colour is left

tender

this second blanket which I wrapped myself in makes me feel good

it warms me up

not to mention the rockabilly which I’m listening to

it makes me happy

the taste of raspberry even more so

flaming

blessings upon blessings

I’m imagining You even though You are not around

I love You all these years

I will tell You when I see You

I admire You

without You I wouldn’t survive all these years

I’m dancing for You

don’t ever think that I think of anybody else but You

You are always only You

just You

You are I

I am You

music

one poem

sometimes I call You my Love-Kissing

sometimes my Beloved

sometimes Li Bai of mine

I love-kiss You and kiss You all over in front of everybody

I’m with no shame

the very innocence

You are my freedom

You are my consciousness

You are my conscience

You are my meaning

a raspberry of raspberry colour

a stone in the grass gentle

all these little insects in front of my feet are getting closer and closer to me

little red strawberries in the grass

torn dry grass blades on the asphalt

many things which I don’t have words for or for

which I would need many words to describe them

I’m speechless how all those things I don’t have words for are beautiful

crushed little red piece of brick

dust out of little pieces of brick

really beautiful thrown away board

thrown away board reminded me of the moments in which I was coming across boards

I remember the time when I first found out of the board

this is the board

straight. usually smooth. yellow-white. board

the same way a fountain was a fountain. a wardrobe a wardrobe. a board was a board

board and nails

board and other boards

board and carpenters

table board. floor board. board across the puddle. board and lumberyard

board and house of boards

only when I think of a board I feel it’s personality. I feel

that for a window as well. for doors as well. for anything in this world

not only that I could have been born as a board

but I am as well a board as a window and doors

I know that You love me because I am as well a board as a window and doors

while I’m enjoying thinking of a board I’m also thinking of other things

of the car noise

of street

a board consists of the very board. a street consists of many things

little street consists of few things. big street consists of many things

a city consists of many more things than one street

planet Earth consists of much more things than there are things in one metropolis

Cosmos is a thing with the most things

all things and one peace that’s what Cosmos is

(in Serbian words “Cosmos” – “Svemir” is made out of two words “Sve”, meaning “All” & “mir”, meaning “peace”, T.N.)

only all things are made up of peace

only all beings are made up of love

this

poem

i

call

poem

turtledove

purr

i

call

poem

the

sound

of

a

branch

broken

by

the

wind

i

call

poem

everything

about

everything

can

be

sung

through

poem

taking a step

embracing

licking

I’m thirsty for You

the joy of writing the joy of reading

connecting

through one

through goodness

my heart is warm since yesterday from the nun who I passed by on the street

baby corn grains are filling with water

I still cannot part with the nun’s smile

she was neatly dressed in greyish-blue habit

with white collar

she lightly stepped on the stairs which I left to her

she was full of love

I always give way to people in the street especially to women

rarely someone thanks

they usually coldly pass by

the nun was pure warmth

she was moving easily with her strong body

I turned after her to bow to her and to remember her

innocence is connecting our hearts

not reality but kindness

nun’s love

a young bakery girl was also kind when she recommended a barley bread

loving only loving

loving gusts of wind

loving that slope

loving

everything

and

everyone

through

poem

and

singing

it

with

love

I am the Bible

reading of Bible poetry ten years ago in the Monastery of Time at 12pm

I love poetry more and more

I live of poetry more and more

I life for poetry more and more

I cannot stand literary in poetry more and more so

here are the poets of June who helped me sing June

Zarko Radakovic 22600

Mirjana Lukic 19000

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson 9000

Vera Varady 6660

Sun Mandic 2000

Violeta Jovanovic 2950

Petar Miloradovic 1111

a poet does not look like any other poet

a poet is a poet

a scroll

shimmering

only-being

all-being

these days I’ve been reading Vasily Rozanov with the greatest pleasure

to give yourself away

to surrender yourself

how wonderful is giving money

how wonderful is receiving money

money is poem

clitoris

sensitivity which gives itself away and sings

unprotectedness which guards all beings

here’s money for You

give me money

receiving and giving are one

one love

one orgasm

one poem

I love to give depleted pencils

little pencils

we are one

a lamb to each other

one lamb

washed shirt smells good

I bought it on the flea market four years ago

it’s colourful

I ware it every day around the house

I’ve put patches on the sleeves

it’s missing one button

it’s thin

frayed

I need a new one

colourful and thin to ware it every day

to warm me a bit but not to be too hot in it

I love having small amount of clothes

shirt smells really nice

I love cleanliness

simplicity

sanctity of sex

virtue of enjoying

warming up in the warm sun

happiness of all beings

crocodile’s eyes

pig’s teeth

rhinoceros’ back

courage and dedication of anonymous people

ecstasy of love couples

dirty feet of poor children

who experienced being saved by

unknown person will spread the trust among people

who experienced being transformed by

the unknown will radiate sameness among species

who experienced God will believe he or she is God

happiness

in

Your

heart

I am

wonderful are all those people who are fighting for others

for the unknown

rejected ones

disempowered

Sarah I enjoy in You

each heart protects all hearts

I love when I drift away with a certain thought

and end up in some completely other thought

I love even more so when I circle and wander

with certain thought and end up in a little poem

singing transformation

singing resurrection

Sarah I’m dancing for You

Sarah I sing love to You so that You have it every moment till end of Your life

Sarah a girl within You nobody can hurt

everything is thanking to everyone who thinks of everything

everything protects everyone who nurtures everything

everything love-kisses everyone who love-kisses everything

through the blueness of freedom free beings are flying

through greenery of loyalty beings are surrendering to each other

I love when I say something once

I love when I say something twice

I love when I say something three times

I love when I’m repeating something

I hop and there is immortality

everything that doesn’t exist comes to existence through singing

I love-kiss You – You are love-kissed my beloved

the link between God and gender is greater than the link

between mind and God, stronger than the link of conscience with God

Vasily Rozanov

I was never yearning for anything else as I was yearning for humiliation

Vasily Rozanov

I love You Sarah Harrison

I love You Vasily Rozanov

let’s dance

let’s rejoice freedom

baby corn is growing

a sparrow has fluttered away

a little ant is strolling over the table

by the time I finished writing today’s blessings there was four of them strolling

the Bop Street Radio speaker is talking about rockabilly of the fifties

I love music from the fifties the most

it awakes preteen joy within me

innocent corporeality

clear sensuality

morning sun

running

hunger

thirst

that music carries me away

parents and their peers were at that time in full force and sexuality

they were impressing

they were unfathomable

through sexuality they were attractive and frightening

music of the blood

music of growing up

music of eternal youth

space of hips

time of sweating

miracle of mating

splendour of joining

running out on the street as soon as possible

doing something still unheard of

being film on one’s own

mesmerizing the world with hips

here I’ve just found the Bop Street Radio

until now I was listening to it on the iTunes radio

I’m a boy

You’re a girl

we’re dancing

flying with our feet and arms

we don’t get tired

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today as well one ant is strolling over the table

today as well I’m listening to the Bop Street Radio

each blessing is a drop of water on the palm of a hand

each being is inviolable

empty road

nobody on the road

the light of mind in one leg

the music of soul in the other

girl

agreeing invigorates

harmony transforms

goodness is so beautiful

beauty is so good

I’m constantly writing about goodness and beauty

that’s my boyhood vow

alone for everybody

goodness is sex of all beings

beauty is love of all beings

goodness is the road

beauty is the rose

rose on the road that’s what I am

maiden

if You are – You are everyone

if You are – You are for everyone

if You are – You are everything

Goddess

every day I’m writing 33 blessings for You

every day You’re reading 33 blessings for me

we are one

one love

one sex

one path

one rose