Night Sky

 Nanne Nyander

Sailing through the night sky, 

looking for you.
Are you still dreaming, 

or are you awake, awake to reality, 

awake to the truth?
Sail with me, through the sky, 

till we reach the end of time. 

We are going nowhere, 

and it’s a beautiful journey. 

- Nanne Nyander

What is me?
There is nothing left to hold me together. 

Everything is not me.
What is left, when nothing is me?
But still, something continues looking.
What are you looking for?
Sounds bouncing around in my head and disappear. 

New ones come and replace the old ones, 

some seem to come back,
again and again.
But back to what? 

- Nanne Nyander

Hope

 Nanne Nyander

Rain washes away my tears,
washes away the frustrating feeling of being lost.

-Nanne Nyander

"Hope" by Nanne Nyander

Thoughts are like leaves in the autumn, 

don’t get attached to them,

let them do their dance,

let them do their intriguing dance 

and move on. 

-Nanne Nyander

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My soulmate is not some distant lover far away. 

My soulmate is within me and without me, 

being aware of my soul calling out for help, 

not understanding why I’m struggling and crying. 

“I am right here, and so are you,” she says.


I let my guard down and let her in. 

Everything vanishes. 

It’s quiet, peaceful, silent. 

I’m calm, I’m weightless, 

was it all a dream? 

Or is this a dream? 

-Nanne Nyander

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Summer Breeze

 Nanne Nyander

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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

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Only Resting

 Nanne Nyander

Only Resting by Nanne Nyander

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Everything is falling apart,

I’m falling apart.
What I once thought was me is falling apart, 

it doesn’t hold together anymore. 

Random pieces floating around in the universe. 

If I don’t pick them up and build a me, 

I’m nowhere to be found. 

-One Without a Second

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There is no solid ground,
nowhere to land.
A feeling is just a feeling, without any meaning, 

a sound is just a sound, no meaning.
I am nowhere to be found.
An emotion is just an emotion, no suffering, 

no story, nowhere to land.
Feelings, sound, smell, sight,
it’s all separate without any connecting threads. 

Still, it is all the same.
I’m not even lost,
me does not exist.
If I don’t create an I,
if I don’t create a self out of nothing,
I’m nowhere to be found,
there’s nowhere to land,
nothing to land on,
nothing that can land.
Nothing,
still,
here I am. 

-One Without a Second

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Giveaway

 Nanne Nyander

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I will give away some copies of my new book

"One Without a Second".

If you would like to receive a copy, 

write me an e-mail

and tell me why you think the book might 

be a book for you.

Maybe your e-mail will be one of the ones 

that gets selected.  

Write to: nannenyander8@gmail.com

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One Without a Second

Nanne Nyander 

"One Without a Second"

 

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NEW book now available for purchase.

Go to shop:

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Shortly I will be announcing a 

"Giveaway"

I will be giving away a few copies of my new book.

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Poems from the book:

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Waiting for the magic to catch up with me, 

waiting for nothing.

Magic is already here, but I can’t see it. 

Hanging on to the self is blinding me, 

blinding me from seeing the magic that I am. 

But, what am I?

I can’t be a me,

I don’t even exist.

I, me, magic, it’s all the same,

an imaginary bubble in the sky. 

-from "One Without a Second"

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The one I thought I was is getting blurry. 

She is not as solid as she once was,

or was she ever solid?

I feel like a boat drifting in the dark,

with no light to guide me in the right direction. 

I have no idea where I am,

or where I’m headed.

I’m moving without moving, 

everything moves in slow motion.

I can vaguely make out a thought,

a memory,

a feeling,

but then they’re gone,

just touching me softly when passing by, 

and sometimes not so softly.

I’m here,

but where is here,

and what am I?

-from "One Without a Second"

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New Book Coming Soon

Nanne Nyander 

New Book Coming Soon

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I need to let go of the one I think I am. 

She’s a beautifully made-up story. 

But still, she’s just a story.

From "One Without a Second"

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Love hits me like a hurricane,
without any warning.
A sudden feeling of happiness trying to leave my body, 

leaving to be free,
to be free to move around as a bird in the sky. 

Love has been caged inside this body for so long,
it has forgotten how to sing.
What is a bird if it can’t sing?
Love is happy and free,
never to be caged again. 

From "One Without a Second"

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