Nothing Ever Happened

 Nanne Nyander

Photo by Nanne Nyander, Rishikesh

Without thought,

time can no longer exist.

The illusion of time is just made up of thought. 

Does that mean nothing ever happened?

If I don’t go to thought, there is only now.

A sad feeling of losing everything,

of losing everyone, hits me like a gigantic wave.

 Being nothing in a big ocean of nothing.

 Like I’m waking up from a dream,

it’s all gone, it never did exist.

It leaves an empty feeling that lingers, 

and slowly, slowly it disappears. 

But it’s all thought.

Nothing ever happened.

-Nanne Nyander

Mistaken Identity

 Nanne Nyander

I cannot remove myself from your 

world of illusion,

but I can remove you from mine, 

by not thinking about you. 

Isn’t that amazing?  

-Nanne Nyander

-Photo by Nanne Nyander

A thought cannot win me over, 
but it can seem to make me drowsy,
 to make me not be on my guard. 
It’s easy to slip into oblivion, 
thinking I’m a me.
I need to be alert.
No thought can win me over,
but sometimes they seem to drug me,
 and I drift away into la-la land. 
No thoughts are me,
it’s just a mistaken identity.

-Nanne Nyander, "The Silence of Awareness"

War

 Nanne Nyander

Photo by Nanne Nyander

I’m here,

I feel, see, hear.

No need to analyse,

no need to commentate on everything.

Just be.

I’m here,

I feel, see, hear.

No thoughts about the past or future

is holding me imprisoned.

I’m here.

There is nothing more than here and now. 

I’m here.

No sane person would ever leave this peace. 

But we are all a little insane,

at war with everything.

Even when alone,

we battle a private war in our own heads. 

Why would we ever want to exchange 

this peace for that?

We are all so innocent,

innocently insane.

I’m here,

I feel, see, hear.

I’m here.

-Nanne Nyander

Photo by Nanne Nyander

"The Silence of Awareness"

Love

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The feeling of emptiness is filling me with love, 
love for everything.
The feeling of nothingness, embraces my being, 
like being embraced by the universe,
and embracing the universe at the same time. 
We are one, and one is all.
All is love in disguise.

-Nanne Nyander

In another world, another time, 

what would normal look like?

-The Silence of Awareness

New Hope

 Nanne Nyander

-New Hope by Nanne Nyander

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

- from the book "The Silence of Awareness"

New Book "The Silence of Awareness"

 NEW BOOK

"The Silence of Awareness"

My new book 

"The Silence of Awareness" 

is a book of 111 poems, 

depicting the battle between the ego and the higher self, 

a battle on my path to spiritual awakening.

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Rebirth

 Nanne Nyander

I’m drowning in a sea of thoughts.

And become reborn in the ocean of consciousness.

-Nanne Nyander

Rebirth by Nanne Nyander

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When the infinite blossoms within nothingness, 

I’m here making the seemingly impossible, possible. 

I’m here,

in the illusion of time and space.

I’m the grand mirage,

now you can see me,

now you can’t.

I’m here,

but not here.

-Nanne Nyander

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The Path to Spiritual Awakening

Nanne Nyander

 

The Path

My new book of Poems 

from the path to Spiritual Awakening,

 is coming out soon.

Here is a small preview.

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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

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I move as the wind when nothing is moving, 
I’m moving too fast,
on an express lane that does not exist.
I move as my life depends on it.
I move so fast that I’m standing still.
I’m moving,
not moving,
feeling dizzy,
a feeling of losing the ground under my feet, 
losing track of time,
losing myself in the nothingness.
I move too fast,
and I don’t move at all.
I’m losing everything,
nothing is left.
Can this be right?
Nothing is left,
I’m nothing and so is everything else, 
nothing else.
Nothing can’t move,
I’m nothing.
Still,
I’m moving too fast.

-Nanne Nyander

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Find the strength

 

Hope follows me wherever I go, 

but sometimes I can’t see it.

 Is it hiding?
Or am I moving too fast? 

-Nanne Nyander

Photo by Nanne Nyander

Remember who you are.
Everything is veiled by the interpretation of the mind, 

but I am strong,
I am strong enough to see through it.
Still, the mind sucks me in when I least expect it.
I feel totally helpless,
but I AM strong enough to resist.
I just have to find the strength,
I know it’s here somewhere,
Why is it hiding from me
when I need it the most? 

-Nanne Nyander

Photo by Nanne Nyander

I’m here holding your hand

 Nanne Nyander

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Was it I, who walked this path before, 

or was it someone else?
In my mind there is no one, 

no one will search for awakening anymore. 

Do you think no one will find it?
I’m no one, I’m nothing,
I’m everything. 

-From "The Way Back Home" by Nanne Nyander

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Farewell, my friend,

I’m here holding your hand,
 but I’m leaving.
 I’m going home.

I have overstayed my visit a long time ago. 
Now it’s time to let go,

time to move on, 
or not move at all. 
You’re the one moving, 
moving away from me. 
I’m here, 
I’m still. 
I’m not moving.

I’m here holding your hand saying goodbye, 
as I see you vanish around the corner. 
You’re still holding on to me,

or am I holding on to you? 
It’s time to let go. 
It’s time to go. 

-From "The Way Back Home" by Nanne Nyander

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