Nanne Nyander > Quotes

“Full moon.
The full moon is reflecting in my eyes,
shining on my face.
The moon is silent.
The silence is loud.
The moon is reflecting in my eyes.
I’m the moon which ingeniously reflects
my own beautiful silent perfection
into my own eyes.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Struggle of Going Nowhere

“Feel to be free,
free from all the disturbance in the mind,
free from strange emotions,
emotions and thoughts that I cannot pinpoint.
They are moving around in space,
and that’s fine,
if they just hadn’t been exactly where I am.
Is this how it is,
to be one with everything?”
― Nanne Nyander, The Silence of Awareness

“Sweet music in my ears,
constant interruptions by the mind. 
Everything goes silent,
but if you’re with me, you can still hear my music.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Struggle of Going Nowhere

“I’m making tiny pictures,
on a canvas that is bigger than anyone 
can ever imagine.
My tiny pictures seem to get lost in the divine, 
chaotic masterpiece,
but still, the masterpiece wouldn’t be whole
without me and my tiny pictures.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Way Back Home: Poems

“I’m a jigsaw puzzle with plenty of missing pieces. 
But it doesn’t matter anymore.
The jigsaw puzzle is still an illusion.
All pieces, no pieces, or half of them missing, 
what does it matter when it’s all an illusion.
It might help to find all the right pieces,
but then what?
I still have to wake up.
It’s all a dream,
masterly put together.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Struggle of Going Nowhere

“Hope follows me wherever I go,
but Hope is my biggest obstacle.
She keeps me focused on the future,
focused on becoming.
Despair is holding my hand,
he keeps me stuck in the past.
Hope and Despair walk hand in hand with me,
happily distracting me from what I am,
distracting me from reality,
inviting me to look anywhere but here and now.
Hope acts as my friend,
Despair acts as my enemy.
Sometimes Despair feels more comforting than Hope,
but they are the same character with different clothing.
I’m here, I’m now,
I am reality and I have the power to turn down any
and all invitations into the land of illusion.
Hope is just a thought,
and so is Despair.
I alone is real.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Silence of Awareness

“Have I lost this battle?
Am I still a worthy warrior,

even though it seems like a never-ending war? 
The war is between my mind

and the truth of what I am.

It’s a one-sided war that can not be won 
until I lay down my weapons and realise 
that we are on the same side.

My war is in my head,

and as long as the fighting is going on, 
there will be no peace. 
Truth is my ally.

Truth is within me. 
Truth is me.

I am truth,

I’m silence,

I’m the silent warrior for peace.”
― Nanne Nyander, Out of the Labyrinth: Poems

“Into magic-land, I disappear, when I’m not vigilant. 
Into magic-land, I lose myself completely.
Into magic-land, I disappear,
and get lost in the magic of the mind’s creation.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Way Back Home: Poems

“Clouds passing in the sky,
Like thoughts in your own universe.
You still know that the sun is shining behind
those clouds, Just as you know the perfect
Silence is shining behind those thoughts.”
― Nanne Nyander, Silence: Angels and Poems

“I can hear a distant whisper,
a whisper beyond time.
It whispers not to the mind,
but to itself.
I listen and think I know what it’s saying,
but I’m just in the way.
Listen, be silent, don’t think.
It speaks not to the mind,
but to the silence itself.
The silence that I am.”
― Nanne Nyander, One Without a Second: Poems

“Complicated world, 
complicated words.
The best way to communicate is silence, 
but even silence can be misunderstood. 
I stand here saying nothing.
Why can’t you understand my silence? 
I’m standing here screaming my head off, 
but no sound is coming out.
I have to accept that no one can hear me. 
I’m invisible, I’m soundless. 
Within my world,
and only within my world do I exist, 
but out here, no one can see me,
no one can hear me.
I’m the only one here, 
screaming my head off,
in the most beautiful, silent sound.
Loud am I,
when nothing can be heard.
Silence is my language till everyone learns to hear. 
Listen and feel the silence within you, 
without you.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Struggle of Going Nowhere

“Here I am, appearing as the sound of a bird.
Here I am, as the wind,
moving through the grass.
Here I am.
Love is hiding inside me,
but what is me?
There is no inside and no outside.
Love takes control of this body,
makes it move through space and time.
Love listens to the story of my past,
and me believes it’s true,
but no stories are the truth.
The truth is I,
I am is the truth.
Here I am.
Take away what is not true,
and left is only I.
No past, no future, just I.
Here I am, appearing as a tree,
disappearing as me.
Here I am.”
― Nanne Nyander, One Without a Second: Poems

“Silence is all around us,
Listen and you can hear it loud enough
To wake the unconscious.
Penetrate my soul and you can move
To another dimension,

Silently you can slip through the veil.
Be what you are, the unborn being
That has been unnoticed following you
Every step of the way, to your own Awakening.”
― Nanne Nyander, Silence: Angels and Poems

“Colour and light

playing seriously on the canvas,

making stunning pictures.

Breathtaking,

wondrous, silent,

wordless signs, leading to your inner self.

Feel.

The painter has given you a key to your own universe. 
It brings you silence 
in the midst of your tumultuous world. 
The world is full of signposts,

find them, 
take them in. 
Cherish them, 
breathe in the moment. 
Naked, 
vulnerable, 
fearless, silent.

You are here to meet the I.”
― Nanne Nyander, Out of the Labyrinth: Poems

“I’ve been chasing myself my whole life, 
like chasing my own shadow. 
When I finally stopped,

I managed to catch up with myself, 
realising that,

I’ve been here the whole time.”
― Nanne Nyander, Out of the Labyrinth: Poems

“The nature is out there,

Telling its story. Can you hear it?

It can’t see it-self, but you are its eyes,

Its senses, you are its voice, you can tell its story,
If you can hear it.
Listen!... I can hear it screaming
Loud enough for the whole planet to wake up.
Slow down. Wake up and listen...

Why can’t you hear it?

I call out its pain in a tormented voice,

And wonder...

Why can’t you hear me?”
― Nanne Nyander, Silence: Angels and Poems

“I’m the music in my ears,
sound, hear, disappear.
I’m the trees I see,
moving, not moving, swaying in the wind.
I’m the touch of invisible hands when I’m drowning,
grab, stretch, hold.
I’m the scent of jasmine in the summer breeze,
intoxicating, longing, calming.
I’m the taste of honey,
sweet on the tongue, smooth, happy.
I’m the thought of nothing,
embracing, peaceful, alive.
I’m everything,
life, home, peace.
I’m nothing.”
― Nanne Nyander, One Without a Second: Poems

“Fragmented memories,
lost or not lost are holding me back. 
But aren’t they just memories?
What am I?
Not a memory.
Small tiny memories not quite remembered,
are keeping me bound to this world. 
Why do they come up now?
I was so near, everything was so calm. 
Everything was so clear.
And now I’m up in the mind again,
trying to find solutions to the non-existing problem. 
The jigsaw puzzle doesn’t want to be solved, 
doesn’t want to be put together,
doesn’t want to reveal the whole picture. 
But does it really matter?”
― Nanne Nyander, The Way Back Home: Poems