The Storyteller

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

If I leave everything alone,

will I wake up?

I need to leave that one alone too,

the one who’s leaving everything alone, 

the one who thinks she’s going to wake up. 

How to do that?

It’s all thought, that one does not even exist, 

she’s just a thought.

A very persistent thought.

A thought that has wrapped itself around me, 

suffocating me.

But it’s all a thought.

I’m here,

nothing is suffocating anything.

The storyteller is seen through,

it’s an imposter,

making me believe it’s me.

Me does not exist.

It’s a fascinating story,

hard to let go of,

but it’s still a story,

and so is the one trying to let go.

I can see it, I can feel it.

Why is this not enough?

Why is the illusion still so persistent?

Will I ever wake up?

And, yes,

that one is a thought too.

-Nanne  Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"

Heaven is Near

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

-Photo by Nanne Nyander

Heaven is near, fear no more,

heaven is here, be no more,

lost in thoughts about a better world.

A better world than what’s lurking

in the mind of the seeker.

Heaven is always here,

inside and outside as this nothingness 

we all belong to, we all is.

Nothing is heaven and heaven is nothing

and everything.

Hell is the entrapment of mind,

entangled in thoughts about a better world, 

thoughts about heaven.

Heaven is here.

I’m here,

and so are you,

my beloved angel.

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"

The Dragon

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

-Photo by Nanne Nyander

Far, far away, in an empty castle,
a dragon has been slumbering quietly
for many long years.
Then suddenly something slowly woke it up. 

Now it’s consuming everything I have built up, 

my sandcastle has turned into ruins.
It keeps destroying everything I thought was me. 

Till I suddenly one day realise,
I am the dragon. 

-Nanne Nyander 

from the book "The Silence of Awareness"

Invisible me

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

What would happen to the sky 

if the sky thought it was a cloud?

"The Way Back Home"

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

Liberation

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

She who thinks she knows, does not know. 

She who knows that she does not know,

 is on her way to liberation.

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"

Next stop, 

eternal nothingness.

I’m getting off here. 

Will you come with me?

I turn to you, 

here we go, here comes nothing.

I throw myself off into nothingness without thinking. 

Leave thinking behind and join me.

No thinking, no mind, no story,

nothing, no thing.

I left my luggage behind.

I’m finally free.

-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"

Time does not exist

 Nanne Nyander  Poems and Paintings 

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.

-The Silence of Awareness

Sleep no more

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Am I trapped in a thought?

Or are thoughts trapped in me,

as an endless loop 

of nonsensical words and images?

-Nanne Nyander

Study for the painting "Unconditional Love" by Nanne Nyander.

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. 

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"

Endless Journey

 Nanne Nyander Poems and Paintings 

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

Giveaway "The Silence of Awareness"

 Nanne Nyander Poems and Paintings

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.  

Write to: nannenyander8@gmail.com

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"