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 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Show me  how to move around in this world 

without feeling hurt,

without feeling overwhelmed. 

Everything is too much, 

and nothing is enough. 

I’m a warrior fighting for survival.

I’m gasping for air,

trying not to suffocate

from all the thoughts and emotions.

I’m being pushed and pulled by the mind.

I turn around and walk away.

I can not stay.

I do not belong.

How can one feel too much 

and yet feel nothing?

-Nanne Nyander "Out of the Labyrinth"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

I am a wizard.

Magically I see thoughts for what they are. 

Thought has no meaning.

I let them be.

I no longer follow them here and there 

till I’m mesmerised out of reality.

-Nanne Nyander  "The Silence of Awareness"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

If I had thought all my life that I was a mountain, 

would I be convinced that it was so?
I have believed that I was a somebody, 

somebody separate from everything else,
a somebody who’s in pain.
My whole life I have believed in this story. 

What if it isn’t true? 

-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"

"The Way Back Home"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Sunset-Nanne Nyander

Prepare yourself for the ride of your life,a rollercoaster you could never have imagined. It will scare you,it will make you cry,it will make you scream,“ l e t  m e  o f f  t h i s  r i d e ,”but it’s too late.This rollercoaster is your life. 

-Nanne Nyander  "Out of the Labyrinth"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

What’s real?

Sensations are real,

there are sensations, aren’t there?

Is feeling the sensations separate from the sensations, 

or are there just words separating the two? 

Without the words, are they one?

Are sounds and hearing the sounds the same? 

Nothing is really separating the two.

But nothing can’t separate,

nothing glues it all together,

nothing makes it all one.

Is it language that’s separating everything

into tiny pieces?

Are there any borders between anything?

The me can separate everything into smaller and 

smaller pieces,

if the me moves in the other direction,

and pieces it all together again,

will the me suddenly disappear,

disappear into the whole,

into nothing?

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Be newly born every day of your life. 

Die every day of your life,
wake up every second to be bewildered, 

excited, curious, in love,
in love with life, with its ups and downs. 

Be the conscious watcher
of everything life has to offer you
on this short journey.
Be entangled in the drama of life, 

without being entangled.
Watch the sound,
watch the thought about the sound. 

Watch the feeling about the thought, 

watch the interpretation of the feeling. 

Isn’t it marvellous,
what just one sound can accomplish? 

-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Seek inside, and you shall find.

The truth is leading you.

The sky, the moon, the stars are guiding you. 

Can you accept what you have found?

-Nanne Nyander "Out of the Labyrinth"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings





Everything is connected,my heart connects with my blood, connects with my skin,with the things I touch,with the space,with the universe,with the infinite.My lungs connect with the air I breathe, connect with all the plants and trees, connect with you,you and I are the same,I am you,I am everything,and still, I am nothing.

-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Emptiness is screaming loudly in a silent voice,

- I’m here, stop looking,

no looking will lead to finding.

I’m still.

Still trying not to look for what I am.

- You can’t try not to look.

Do or do not, there is no try.

Finding is an illusion,

floating around as bait in a future that does not exist. 

Luring me to carry on looking for the non-existing me.

-Nanne Nyander " The Silence of Awareness"

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings


"Robin" by Nanne Nyander

I’m moving around in empty space,

and so is everything else. 

Sometimes I bump into a sound or a thought, 

we connect and let go at the same time. 

Sounds appearing and disappearing.

Self is appearing and disappearing. 

Nothing is leaving any trace. 

Thoughts are appearing and disappearing. 

Nothing is leaving nothing behind. 

Everything is fleeting,

like waves.

Everything is moving like waves, 

appear, disappear,

appear, disappear.

And here I am,

appearing and disappearing.

But before everything,

I am.

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"