Invisible me, no thoughts to see,
no thoughts.
Invisible me, running past a tree,
running for the sea.
Listen,
I’m the sound of rain,
pouring over me.
Invisible me, nothing to see,
nothing to be,
nothing.
-Nanne Nyander
The past is not just a long time ago,
it’s also one second ago.
But the past does not exist,
time does not exist.
So what’s the difference?
-Nanne Nyander
The experience of being me is a thought.
I’m dissolving into nothing.
Am I trapped in a thought?
Or are thoughts trapped in me,
as an endless loop
of nonsensical words and images?
Sleep no more.
I’m vigilant of thoughts coming to
drag me away,
drag me away, far, far away
to the land of oblivion.
I’m standing firm and solid in reality.
The mind invites me to tag along
to the most intriguing places.
But I’m on my guard,
I’m not as gullible as I once was.
No more sleepwalking
in the land of Oblivion.
I’m the truth,
I’m reality,
I am Awake.
The mind is brilliant,
but now I’m better prepared.
I know its tricks, I know not to get on the train.
The train of thoughts can take me on an
endless journey,
mostly to places I don’t find fascinating anymore.
I still sometimes find myself on the train,
but now I know where the emergency brake is.
I’d rather sit on a hill far, far away,
and just watch the trains passing by.
-Nanne Nyander
I will give away some copies of my new book
“The Silence of Awareness”.
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.
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
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?
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.
