Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

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

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

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 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 God – God’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

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

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

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

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

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

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 9^th August to 15^th 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

 from 9^th August to 15^th 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 9^th August to 15^th 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

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

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

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

welcome to godly sameness

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

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

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

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

ode

to loyalty

actually there is only one philosophical virtue: loyalty.

I quoted Your sentence Ser on 16^th 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 21^st November 1992 I walked with friends 37 night circles

and on 22^nd 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