Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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    TENTH SYMPHONY – SISTERHOOD OF ALL BEINGS

    2035. day
    28th July 2010

    blue on my fingers

     

    life is born from anything

     

    when somebody to somebody else does something nice

     

    when somebody to somebody else does something good

     

    when nice to good and round to rough

     

    when good to nice and soft to sharp

     

    a dog that runs to exhaustion after his owner who left him

     

    those who are hurt are hurting the most

     

    not inferiority but tranquillity

     

    not melancholy but repentance

     

    through brotherhood of all people

     

    through sisterhood of all beings

     

    kiss of gratitude and gratitude kiss

     

    I love-kiss everybody who implants other being in themselves

     

    I love-kiss eternal art that contains all arts

     

    I love-kiss eternal art that is just art and that contains all beings

     

    this is a reward for art that is not being assigned

     

    a reward that constantly lasts for all beings

     

    just through existence everybody is a winner and is rewarded

     

    just please without any associations

     

    with the speed of a snail

     

    with the heart of a turtle

     

    with the mind of a victim

     

    what everybody can

     

    what begins here

     

    what is for the first time now

     

    we are smiling to the names of the winds

     

    we are playing through compassion

     

    it will be raining. I’ll wash the blankets for the weekend

     

    yesterday in the afternoon I took from the open market stall

    peaches that were left and I began to love Ban’s Hill open market

     

    peach to a fig

     

    boundless and timeless delight of one to everything and everything to one

     

    red on my toes

     

    THERE IS NO END TO GRATITUDE

    2036. day
    29th July 2010

    poem is one

     

    love is one

     

    there is no end to gratitude

     

    I love-kiss You poem

     

    I sing You love

     

    everything is blue

     

    everything is underlined

     

    everything is in everything

     

    Universe in Universe

     

    horse power in horse power

     

    mare’s acceptance in mare’s acceptance

     

    sea in the open sea

     

    I am a horse which sings the poem to the mare

     

    You are a mare which accepts my poem within her

     

    poem is one

     

    love is one

     

    there is no end to gratitude

     

    horse power is goodness

     

    horse suffering is beauty

     

    poem is one

     

    love is one

     

    horse is tender brutality

     

    mare is brutal tenderness

     

    mare we are together so as to love-kiss each other

     

    horse we are together so as to be one and only love-kissing

     

    mare we are together so that we would love-kiss all beings

     

    horse we are together so as to love-kiss God

     

    I

    cover

    you

    with

    singing

    you

    sing

    me

    with

    acceptance

     

    I

    am

    a

    poem

    sing

    me

    within

    yourself

     

    I

    sing

    you

    in

    your

    listening

     

    my

    horse

    within

    me

    I

    hug

    you

     

    my mare within me I love-kiss You

     

    poem is love

     

    MAR AND HORSE

    2037. day
    30th July 2010

    horse’s goodness lies with his mare

     

    mare’s beauty lies with her horse

     

    free horses

     

    free horses are setting people free from human need to abuse horses

     

    free horses are peacefully grazing God’s grass

     

    free horses are joyfully breathing God’s air

     

    free horses are trotting through free hearts of all beings

     

    free horses live out of freedom

     

    free horses are living for the freedom of all beings

     

    free mare and free horse are one freedom

     

    freedom of all beings consists of sisterhood and brotherhood of one and only freedom

     

    everything is in the lizard

     

    little snake is everybody

     

    herbal cheese on a slice of bread in the dusk through the woods

     

    apples picked up from the ground

     

    smell of the railway tracks

     

    sips of cold spring water

     

    hermaphrodite snails which are mating for hours

     

    sunset which is sheltering all beings

     

    horse power is within mare’s steadiness

     

    horse’s freedom lies with his mare

     

    mare’s freedom lies with her horse

     

    blue horses in blue moonlight

     

    freedom is nomadic conversation of free horses

     

    freedom is agreement in passions and merging in tranquillities

     

    freedom dances in the centre of every being

     

    freedom sings from the edges of all beings

     

    freedom e  x   t    e     n      d       s        itself towads freedom

     

    freedoms permeate eachother

     

    mare’s path is within her horse

     

    horse’s rose is within his mare

     

    path

     

    Mar and Horse

     

    I LOVE-KISS YOU MY MAR

    2038. day
    31st July 2010

    I wish to everyone who celebrates anniversary of their first fucking today

    to celebrate it with even more beautiful more sensible and more divine fucking

     

    fucking my mare-like mother

     

    fucking my horse-like father

     

    fucking my colt-like eternity

     

    my beloved fucking – fuck yourself fuck – my most fucked fucking

     

    every word of mine is foaling

     

    I’m foaling You poetry of yet uncreated world

     

    You are foaling me po-ethics of this world

     

    football film and avant-garde art have foaled me

     

    I have grazed the grass of great artists’ art

     

    I drank the water of brave women and men’s works

     

    I fucked the mare of ideals – my horse-like mare kissed me through sacrifice

     

    I was admiring the mare who fucks only in flight and only with her horse

     

    I love You mare of truth

     

    I love You mare of compassion

     

    I love You mare of freedom

     

    I love You mare of non-possessing

     

    I love You mare who give birth to the works of your horse

     

    my mother is a mare

     

    my father is a horse

     

    my wife is a mare

     

    my son is a horse

     

    my daughter is a mare

     

    we are all horses – born here and now – in GodGod’s

     

    I Miroslav Mandic horse – mare and horse in each other

     

    joined thumb and index finger

     

    this horse-like writing makes me feel good

    same way she likes repetition and he likes monotony

     

    I’m so much a horse that I’m a donkey

     

    donkey of youth that saved me with innocence

     

    Miroslav Mandic you fool I love-kiss only You

     

    Van Gogh knew that he moved great quantities of love

    and that he will be one of the most loved creatures that ever existed

    I love-kiss You my Vincent

     

    just to let You know that I’d love if You would make elixirs of love instead of every verse

    this was written just like that – horse-like

     

    Horse poet – husband to my Mar

    signed with the thumb

     

    MELLOW JAZZ

    2040. day
    2nd August 2010

    everything

     

    consciousness

     

    letter

     

    letters

     

    what

     

    You

     

    feel

     

    that

     

    is

     

    me

     

    in

     

    everything

     

    poem which occurs out of nothing

     

    I’m budding

     

    I’m pouring out through maturity

     

    through the path of self-love

     

    through the bud of sameness

     

    a bit drunk from beauty

     

    tamed by goodness

     

    I became mild

     

    just a breath

     

    juicy

     

    leisurely

     

    easy to hard

     

    casual to strong

     

    strolling

     

    snuggled by loyalty

     

    nestled with rising

     

    I’m swinging

     

    swaying

     

    daydreaming

     

    through the woman I don’t have

     

    to the woman I don’t have

     

    SUNG THROUGH TEARS – LOVE-KISSED THROUGH TEARS

    2041. day
    3rd August 2010

    I affirm cane

     

    I sing cane

     

    I serve the cane

     

    science affirms God

     

    art sings God

     

    religion serves God

     

    I affirm You

     

    I sing You

     

    I serve You

     

    through affirmation I sing and serve

     

    through singing I serve and affirm

     

    through serving I affirm and sing

     

    cane

     

    science

     

    art

     

    religion

     

    God

     

    wheat of words

     

    words of decision

     

    freedom sprouts through decision

     

    decision is blessing of gentleness

     

    gentleness is art of surrendering

     

    to be grass

     

    to be cane in the wind

     

    to be wind

     

    it’s gentle

     

    grass is mellow

     

    cane is swingy

     

    wind is young

     

    mud You talked about

     

    horse’s eyes

     

    pus

     

    bit

     

    YESTERDAY’S

    2042. day
    4th August 2010

    tears

     

    from

     

    watching

     

    Josipa Lisac

     

    and

     

    Saban Bajramovic

     

    which

     

    You

     

    pointed

     

    out

     

    to

     

    me

     

    and

     

    now

     

    I’m

     

    drawing

     

    Your

     

    attention

     

    to

     

    attention

     

    and

     

    carefulness

     

    I

     

    discovered

     

    on

     

    the Second Walking for Poetry

     

    I

     

    hug

     

    You

     

    by-attention

     

    I love-kiss

     

    You

     

    carefully

     

    DEDICATED TO SOMEBODY

    2043. day
    5th August 2010

    if a day goes by without me thinking of death it is a failed day

     

    who will I love first if not death

     

    death yearns to die forever

     

    death has always yearned to resurrect in life

     

    I’m not a genome and not a single gene exists within me

     

    I am Miroslav Mandic

     

    all words that I have written and spoke out that I am writing and speaking out

     

    all the pictures that I have created and thought of that I am creating and thinking of

     

    all the rhythms I have walked and danced that I am walking and dancing

     

    I’m not of quant nature

     

    I’m sexy by myself

     

    willow over the water

     

    I live in language

     

    through language

     

    through little sister

     

    through bleaching out

     

    through laughter

     

    through mellow

     

    unnoticeable

     

    unnoticed

     

    water weeds

     

    road is approaching the road

     

    some things you told me hurt me

     

    I’ve been thinking of them throughout the night being half awake

     

    as it usually happens when it comes to things like that

     

    struggle with myself

     

    anguishes of the soul that is cleansing and regenerating itself

     

    I’m enjoying the language

     

    I’m love-kiss-wording

     

    I’m inhaling

     

    I’m exhaling

     

    language sings

     

    breathing dances

    to a certain woman

     

    GRINDING OF THE SAMENESS

    2044. day
    6th August 2010

    I live

     

    I’m creating

     

    I’m singing

     

    to God

    through God

    God

     

    to Universe

    through Universe

    Universe

     

    to All Beings

    through All Beings

    All Beings

     

    to You

    through You

    I

     

    I live sing create

     

    committed to Miroslav Mandic Art

     

    committed to Miroslav Mandic poem

     

    committed to Miroslav Mandic walking

     

    I live sing create

    84600

    poems

    pictures

    rhythms

    every day

     

    I live sing create

    site miroslavmandic.name

    dedicated

    to

    God

    You

    All Beings

     

    hey

     

    joy

    joy

    joy

    joy

    joy

     

    I live in the Nest of My Art on Ban’s Hill in Belgrade

     

    I live in my mobile phone

     

    live me

     

    I live and I am through Your reading of these words

     

    I am regenerated through Your rested reading

     

    compromise never – agreeing always

     

    without decision there is no storm without storm there is no thinking

     

    I think through decisions

     

    I think one thought

     

    I’m overwhelmed by overwhelming

     

    I’m clamed by calmness

     

    grinding of the sameness is within the sameness of the grinding

     

    I’m grinding

    I’m grinding

    I’m grinding

    I’m grinding

    I’m grinding

    I’m grinding

    I’m ginding

    I’m grinding

    I’m grinding

     

    art of creating – creating of art

     

    art of becoming – becoming of art

     

    creating of love – love through creating

     

    salt on my neck

     

    salt on Your tongue

     

    YOU ARE SINGING TO ME YOU FOOL EVEN THOUGH I’M A JESTER – POET AND GOD ONL

    2045. day
    7th August 2010

    oh yes

     

    isn’t it so

     

    two words

     

    it’s enough

     

    one

     

    only

     

    one

     

    I saw her

    I Saw Her is a title of the poem which will arise if I see her 33 times. so far I saw her three times

     

    today I decided that on Monday

    I will start second 33 days long virtual pilgrimage

     

    let’s get started

     

    I love to fill life with what life could be filled with

     

    with water lilies

     

    with first swallows

     

    with first of June

     

    with first kiss that constantly lasts

     

    with history of humming

     

    for a while I’ve been thinking of these things and today the decision came by itself

     

    I’m starting on Monday

     

    I would love to invite a lot of people but I won’t invite anybody

     

    nobody join me

     

    let’s go on pilgrimage together

     

    with our knees

     

    with pussy and dick

     

    with heart

     

    with mind

     

    with kissing

     

    every year from 9th August to 15th September I will go on and create pilgrimages

     

    yesterday somebody said for the first time that I’m God

    I was talking to Z. yesterday about you. trying to explain the best I could what my relationship with you is, that is to say

    who you are, so I said that you are the one who completely is, which opened a passage to the sentence: He is God

    which was taken with understanding and approving

     

    God is God

     

    as it is with what is dreamt of

     

    you are on my doors

     

    bathed in light

     

    you already surrendered your life to me surrendering it to everybody’s life

    BOWING TO NON-VIOLENCE – BOWING TO MYSELF

    2047. day
    9th August 2010

     from 9th August to 15th September 2010 I will be bowing to non-violence

     

    every day I will research and discover on

    internet people and phenomenon connected to non-violence

     

    I will mostly be using Wikipedia

    deepest gratitude to the innocent children that are creating Wikipedia

     

    a circle on my desk picture on which I'm writing for a month will help me

    colourful circle in the middle of the circle of non-violence as well as I love-kiss You in it was already there

    same as God Goddess Bud

     

    I love sketches the same as the work of art itself

    because of the perfection of the work of art I love sketches even a bit more than the work of art itself

     

    I will take photos of that circle on the desk every day and

    I will put it on the website

     

    blooming of the non-violence circle

    let's bloom

     

    I'm beginning from myself

     

    I shaved myself I'm getting to know myself

     

    I washed the floors of the Nest. cleaned the bathroom I'm looking after myself

     

    few days ago I heard that beautiful principle looking after ourselves

     

    attention

    admiration

    carefulness

    bowing

     

    today I couldn't have begun bowing to non-violence if I hadn't make a

    decision to go towards the sky on this day 37 years ago. I was getting out of

    the prison and I felt tremendous pressure to be useful member of society

    but I was attracted to... I was attracted to the

     

    sky

     

    blue sky that I watched from the bus window

     

    I was attracted to the blueness

    it's in my chest today as well

     

    I surrendered to the skyway

    unknown to the innocent

     

    Sky thank you

     

    society that has been persuading me has fell apart and that's why

    I'm doing the pilgrimage to that boy who was courageous to listen to his heart

    one is always more than everything else

     

    doing the pilgrimage to him I'm bowing to everybody who dared and

    went down the path of their heart

     

    path of the heart leads to the one and only heart

    God

     

    37 years on that path

     

    37 years of the Sky for 37 years of life of Milomir Mandic. my blood father

    who killed himself so as I would give birth and love-kiss all beings within myself

     

    I would love to do next year

    from 9th August to 15th September 33 bowings

    to something else. and to do that every year. till the end of time

     

    I'm starting with the bowing to myself because for the past 37 years

    I'm fucking with non-violence surrendering my self to it with my body soul

    and spirit

     

    fucking is the seed of non-violence who doesn't love-kiss fucking

    he/she love-kisses violence

     

    I'm bowing to myself and 37-year-old decision to fight with myself

     

    I'm bowing to myself — watch the world with my eyes

    love-kiss it with my lips

     

    I'm bowing to myself within her I'm bowing to myself within him

     

    I'm bowing to myself discovered

     

    I'm bowing to my love for bowings

     

    I'm bowing only to everything and everything that is rejected and unnoticed

     

    to Your shit isn't it so my beloved

    isn't it so

     

    SECOND BOWING TO NON-VIOLENCE – BOWING TO SHELLY AND HIS POEM

    2048. day
    10th August 2010

    last night I saw Natasha for the first time. Ema’s and Milion’s mother

    we were going towards Ada. I told her that I started with the bowing to non-violence

    Natasha asked me how is it going with non-violence. I begun to explain to her and all of

    a sudden a big ball hit me hard in the face. I fell down while pressing my eyes with

    hands I felt that glasses are broken but I wasn’t hurt too much even though the

    blow was really hard. I still feel the pain in my nape and neck vertebras

     

    where did the ball come from. who hit it. how comes it hit nobody else’s but my face

     

    it was shocking and horrible

     

    mysterious

     

    afterwards I was enjoying in Natasha and her meekness

     

    she told me wonderful story about woman who gave birth

    to Ema who was adopted by Natasha who became her mother

     

    when I find out her name I will write her story as well

     

    today I’m bowing to Shelly and his poem The Masque of Anarchy 

     

    I didn’t know about its influence on Thoreau and Ghandi

     

    I found that out couple of days ago. I was rejoicing and that

    inspired me to make the 33 bowings to non-violence

     

    today to the girly Shelly’s face

     

    to Shelly boy who was bullied by other kids in school

     

    to his poetry

     

    stand ye calm and resolute 

    like a forest close and mute 

     

    I’m bowing to the peace

     

    I’m bowing to decisiveness

     

    I’m bowing to the quite firmness

     

    with folded arms and looks which are

    weapons of unvanquished war

     

    I’m bowing to folded arms

    of a granny

     

    I’m bowing to the lowered look

    the most sexual one

     

    receiving is non-violent

     

    I’m going for a swim. I went to the optician. new glasses will be finished in the evening

     

    I’m tenderly thinking of wanderers who are spreading non-violence through the world

    by non-possessing

     

    I’m tenderly thinking of synchronicity through which I was hit by a ball last night

     

    I’m tenderly thinking of big violent men that have repented

    and became the very source of non-violence

     

    non-violence is not opposed to violence it rather kisses it and transforms it

     

    strength is non-violent

     

    non-violence is brave as well as witty

    I admire You my beloved

     

    non-violence is a little flower

     

    non-violence is winking

    live in me – in my web-site – in my mobile phone – in this book – fondled and cared for – eternally

     

    I was swimming yesterday as well and one could feel that the summer is going away

    and that autumn is coming

     

    chill is flowing through the air and excites with beauty of cold autumn and winter days

    that are approaching

     

    light gained green colour of certainty

    You are beautiful

     

    BOWING TO NON-VIOLENCE – BOWING TO GHANDI

    2049. day
    11th August 2010

    frailness

     

    between cowardice and violence I choose violence

     

    clear words – clear thoughts – clear work

     

    I’m bowing to Ghandi and jail in which I was reading Ghandi

     

    I’m bowing to all the books and their authors that I have read in jail

     

    I was drinking the words of freedom and I was eating the words of truth

     

    everything is in words

     

    I just looked at the list of books I have read in jail

     

    I’ve also read Gertrude Stein in jail

     

    as well as Maeterlinck’s The Life of the Bee

     

    like a bee I’m bowing to Romain Rolland who introduced me

    in jail to Ghandi Tolstoy and Ramakrishna

     

    everything flows into each other

     

    all beings are flowing into me – through all beings I’m flowing into You

     

    to take a walk – to walk – to get somewhere walking

     

    through the river of non-violence I’m flowing into the salt of non-violence

     

    Non-violence through which I agreed to a certain, different world. Since non-violence

    resurrects. Non-violence – salt in the sea. Non-violence to flow through my veins instead

    of blood. Really.

    I wrote in book Boy Child

     

    Ghandi You are within me Ghandi

     

    Ghandi in fruit blossoming

     

    Ghandi in determination of love

     

    Ghandi in everybody’s name

     

    Ghandi You are within me Ghandi

     

    Ghan I never stop admiring You

     

    Ghan I breathe You through admiration

     

    endless and irrevocable is love

     

    incommensurable is admiration

     

    through Your example I fight for lightheartedness and causelessness

     

    for holly un-importance

     

    every being

     

    everybody’s poem

     

    for everybody to each and everybody

     

    everything that isn’t for everything and everybody is worthless

     

    Ghan I’m Ghandi

     

    Ghandi Bud

     

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO TOLSTOY

    2050. day
    12th August 2010

    there was no coming back

     

    love is irreversible

     

    I remained with You Tolstoy forever

     

    here

    on

    the

    station

     

    here

    in

    the

    beauty

    of

    goodness

     

    in

    the

    heart

    of

    the

    heart

     

    grass

    poem

     

    liberating the yearning from yearning

     

    liberating violence from self-hurting

     

    cuddling is nonviolence

     

    I cuddle you all beings

     

    I cuddle you no hopers

     

    beauty surrounds us – a moment ago I found out about you

     

    we are all children to each other

     

    last night I found this 198 list and I got really excited

    because for six years now I’ve been writing 198 blessings every week

     

    6 x 33 = 198 – a number of nonviolence

     

    not opposing the evil

     

    not resisting the goodness

     

    surrendering to the other

     

    everything that You are is me

     

    I’m going for a swim for You my Tol

     

    I’m struggling with new glasses. it seems to me that I’m higher

    for twenty centimetres so I feel as if I’m falling through while walking

     

    eyes of walking

     

    constantly towards goodness walk me my eyes

     

    watch prettily and cuddly – non-violently – always and only loveably

     

    one is the childhood of all beings – one is the radiance of God

     

    warmness in the hearts of these poor people who are harnessing

    the little horse in the woods have made me delicate and that’s You Tol

     

    Tol I remember how Your divine smile over the coffin

    of Your dead child transformed me and led me to God

     

    Tol I remember Your struggles with Yourself

    and Sonia that have always kept me vigilant

     

    Tol I remember Your encounter with God

    in the woods that opened me up to alive God

     

    Tol I remember Your thoughts about art and

    wavering from it that has led me to eternal art

     

    Tol I am Tolstoy

     

    Tolstoy Bud

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO THOREAU

    2051. day
    13th August 2010

    welcome to godly sameness

     

    I love-kiss you nameless ones

     

    I love-kiss you unknown ones

     

    I love-kiss you unrecognized ones

     

    I

    love-kiss

    my

    walker 

     

    heroes of nonviolence you are my youth

     

    eternally young joy

     

    everything started with Your pretty face my Thor

     

    through the face of walking

     

    if it wasn’t for Thoreau walking there wouldn’t be Miroslav Mandic walking

     

    I walk

     

    I observe

     

    I love-kiss

     

    I dance

     

    I sing

     

    I write using walking style

     

    using simple style 

     

    tiny one 

     

    through ascetism 

     

    through personality

     

    through a civil disobedience

     

    it’s all You Thor

     

    it’s all me through You Thor

     

    if it wasn’t for Your disobedience Thor I wouldn’t come to like obedience

     

    I cry to Thee Thor like Your birds in the forest

     

    through crying to Thee I’m bowing to You Thor

     

    what one can do not everybody can Thor

     

    You have experienced and wrote that only the rarest ones know

    that the walking is the highest art Thor

     

    this smell of goats in the woods is for You my darling Thor

     

    this thunder over Ada lake is a greeting for all the rains on the Walden lake Thor

    this smell of the first rain drops I dedicate to You and Your smells through which You

    were thinking Thor

     

    Thoreau You are so much Thoreau

     

    Thor I am Thoreau

     

    Thoreau Bud

     

     

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO THE WHITE ROSE

    2052. day
    14th August 2010

    I’m

    crying

    over

    You

    my

    white rose

     

    you have disappeared in beautiful whiteness

     

    you have disappeared like all young people

    who give their lives for freedom of other people

     

    without you there is no living

     

    without you loving couldn’t be possible

     

    white lambs

     

    white buds

     

    white clouds

     

    white petals

     

    whiteness of blackness

     

    whiteness of all colours

     

    whiteness of whiteness

     

    white words

     

    one white petal

     

    second white petal

     

    third white petal

     

    forth white petal

     

    fifth white petal

     

    sixth white petal

     

    six-leaved white rose

     

    white rose of light

     

    whiten whiten whiter and whiter White Rose

     

    whiten through the whiteness of nonviolence

     

    in the autumn of 2003 on German national

    television Germans under the age of forty on competition of

    The Ten Greatest Germans of All Times placed Hans and Sophie Scholl

    in fourth place. in front of Bach Goethe Gutenberg Brandt Bismarck Einstein

     

    women readers of the mass-circulation magazine Brigitte had voted

    Sophie Scholl as the greatest woman of the twentieth century

     

    White Rose is the heart of all beings

     

    heart of all beings is nonviolent

     

    White Rose I learned about You while I was walking one cosmic Blue Rose

    White Rose I’m bowing to You through the Blue Rose

     

    White Rose You are your beautiful faces

     

    White Rose through Your chastity everything begins all over again

     

    White Rose I’m the White Rose

     

    White Rose Bud

     

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO KROPOTKIN

    2054. day
    16th August 2010

    but what right did I have on those greatest pleasures when everywhere around me

    there is only misery and struggle for mouldy piece of bread; when everything I spend

    in order to live in that word of higher emotions must be taken away from the very

    mouth of those who sow the wheat and don’t have enough bread for their kids.

     

    I have always felt how goodness radiates from You my Krop

     

    I was excited by the title of Your book The Quest of Bread

     

    I love the taste of Your bread Krop

     

    I love the nourishment of Your bread Krop

     

    bread is hungry as well for Your bread of righteousness Krop

     

    here is the bread

     

    Kropotkin’s bread

     

    bread of compassion

     

    bread of the hungry ones

     

    bread of the sanctity

     

    supernatural bread

     

    everyday bread

     

    bread out of bread crumbs

     

    bread of one piece of bread

     

    bread taken from the mouth

     

    bread of gratitude

     

    bread of nonviolence

     

    give me Krop’s bread

     

    I believe in Your bread Krop

     

    I believe in Your life Krop

     

    I imagine You in Siberian forests how You measure

    and survey the spaces with the geography of an all-soul

     

    I imagine You how You observe the nature

    and ways in which all species live together in it

     

    jointly

     

    self-sufficient

     

    self-sustainable

     

    breading of the Krop’s bread

     

    unpowered bread

     

    where there is powered there is no freedom

     

    where there is no freedom there is no bread either

     

    freedom of bread – bread of freedom

     

    Krop I am Kropotkin

     

    Krop Bud

     

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO THE WOUNDED KNEE

    2055. day
    17th August 2010

    few days ago all of a sudden at first left and then right knee as well

    started to be painful. I got worried and I remembered the Wounded Knee

     

    I remembered the words of Black Elk

     

    I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my

    old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all

    along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes young. And I can see

    that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A

    people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream . . . . the nation's hoop is broken

    and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.

     

    I bow to the live holly tree

     

    I bow to all the victims of all violence

     

    we are all victims of violence

    we are all wounded knee

     

    we are especially victims of soft and unnoticeable violence

     

    acknowledged and respected violence

     

    we are all victims of the violence we commit over ourselves

     

    we are victims of the violence of our own laziness

     

    violence of our own non-compassion

     

    violence of our own prejudices

     

    violence of our own selfishness

     

    violence of our own thinking

     

    violence of our own ambitions

     

    violence of our own vanity

     

    not noticing our own violent nature we don’t notice

     

    killed in concentration camps

     

    killed in gulags

     

    killed in prisons

     

    killed in madhouses

     

    killed in sports

     

    killed in wars

     

    killed in working places

     

    killed in pogroms

     

    killed like redeemers

     

    I bow to all those who have suffered and are still suffering from my violence

     

    grace within me regenerate them all

     

    Cosmic grace resurrect the killed ones

     

    grace in my knees spread throughout all the hearts

     

    kne of mine caress all beings and among them all killed ones

     

    kne I am the knee

     

    Knee Bud

     

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO PETRA KELLY

    2056. day
    18th August 2010

    good morning Petra Kelly

     

    I bow to Your energy

     

    the cursor is flickering on the screen and I don’t know how to carry on my dear Kel

     

    a couple

     

    You Kel – I Kel

     

    You were the victim of the violence of inheritance

     

    of the violence of secret

     

    You eye – I eye

     

    You nose – I nose

     

    You ear – I ear

     

    You skin – I skin

     

    You tongue – I tongue

     

    You soil – I soil

     

    You water – I water

     

    You air – I air

     

    You light – I light

     

    You I – I I

     

    Kel allegory

     

    Kel hyponoia

     

    the principle of benevolence

     

    the sense of the speech and behaviour of others, even the least normal

    behaviour, requires from you to grasp a great part of the truth and reason within them

     

    whether we like it or not, if we want to understand others,

    we have to regard them as being right when it comes to most of the matters

     

    if we truly want to understand somebody else

    we have to assume that they are telling the truth

     

    Kel my Kel

     

    beautiful face beautifully thinks

     

    The universe is only self-referential reality in the phenomenal world. It is the only text without

    context. Everything else has to be seen in the context of the universe.

     

    The significance of story, and in particular the universe as story. The universe story is the quintessence of reality

    We perceive the story. We put it in our language, the birds put it in theirs, and the trees put it in theirs. We can read the story

    of the universe in the trees. Everything tells the story of the universe. The winds tell the story, literally, not just imaginatively

    The story has its imprint everywhere, and that is why it is so important to know the story. If you do not know the story, in a sense

    you do not know yourself; you do not know anything.

     

    Kel I don’t believe in criticism – I believe in face

     

    Kel I believe in step and the next step

     

    Kel joy

     

    Kel humour of a live life

     

    Kel I am Kelly

     

    Kelly Bud

    BOWING TO NONVIOLENCE – BOWING TO SERRES

    2057. day
    19th August 2010

    ode

     

    to loyalty

     

    actually there is only one philosophical virtue: loyalty.

    I quoted Your sentence Ser on 16th November 1992 in the Rose of Wandering 2 book

     

    ever since then I’m loyal to You Ser as well as to loyalty itself

     

    I’m loyal to Your face Ser

     

    I’m loyal to how You are looking at me Ser

     

    on 21st November 1992 I walked with friends 37 night circles

    and on 22nd November 1992 37 day circles with friends on a square

    in Timisoara with Your message I’m asking for love for the Earth Ser

     

    Earth has its rights like any other being

     

    I believe and I know that You Ser have fought well and nicely for the Earth rights

     

    I trust Your thoughts Ser

     

    I trust Your actions Ser

     

    I trust Your love Ser

     

    I celebrate Your loyalty Ser

     

    I’m loyal to Your smile Ser

     

    in Your blue eyes I see sky of loyalty Ser

     

    in the tranquillity of Your hands I feel skin of loyalty Ser

     

    in the wrinkles on Your forehead I feel layers of all times Ser

     

    You are the messenger of loyalty Ser

     

    message of the messenger

     

    voice of the voiceless

     

    because of yesterday’s misunderstanding with another person an Elder Paisios’

    sentence that I found in my accordion in which I wrote around hundred things

    to guard and lead me in moments of languish or when I’m lost helped me a lot

     

    the most sweet spiritual joy I felt was in injustice

     

    I rejoice You Elder Paisios

     

    I rejoice You Ser

     

    one is the voice Ser

     

    voice is the same Ser

     

    one is the message Ser

     

    all in all loyally Ser

     

    hands on the knees

     

    dosing off

     

    Ser loyalty

     

    Ser I am Serres

     

    Serres Bud

     

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