Wednesday, 11 December 2024

I’m here holding your hand

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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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Tuesday, 3 December 2024

About the Books

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"About the Books"
The text below is linked to the site of their origin.




Silence by Nanne Nyander    



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Out of the Labyrinth by Nanne Nyander

 
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The Struggle of Going Nowhere by Nanne Nyander

 
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The Way Back Home by Nanne Nyander

    
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Sunday, 1 December 2024

1st of Advent

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The wanderer is waking up,
the journey has come to a stop.
No more searching,
the wanderer has woken up.
She woke up in my arms 
and now we are one. 

-Nanne Nyander


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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



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Monday, 18 November 2024

Peace

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Peace by Nanne Nyander
Peace by Nanne Nyander



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I’m trying to orchestrate the world, 
so that I can be at peace.
It’s too overwhelming.
I have to find my own peace. 

-Nanne Nyander



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I’m the warrior. I’m the peacekeeper, 
I’m the one that pretends that I’m lost. 
I’m the seeker who thinks she has lost the 
only thing she can’t ever lose. 
I’m the finder of truth,
the truth that was always here. 
I’m going nowhere.
I’m here. 

-Nanne Nyander




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Saturday, 9 November 2024

It’s time to wake up

 Nanne Nyander



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What can I do,
when the planet is going to pieces?
What can I do?
What can I do,
when the world is going crazy?
What can I do?
How can I resist going to pieces,
how can I resist going crazy?
I’m grabbing for some sanity in an insane world,
to not add more insanity,
to stay in the light.
WAKE UP!

It’s time to wake up.


-Nanne Nyander



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Am I here to find the truth, 

or is the truth here to find me, 

or are we one and the same? 


-Nanne Nyander





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Friday, 1 November 2024

When the world has gone to pieces

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We slumber by the fire of life
when dawn comes upon us.
Stranger there, 
speak to me, 
how did we become two? 

-Nanne Nyander

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What am I,

if not a sign that everything is ok?

What am I, 
if nothing is real?

What am I, 
when the world has gone to pieces, 
what am I?

I’m everything, 
I’m nothing,

I’m the good and the bad.

What am I, 
when nothing is left to fight for, 
what am I?

I am one,

I am one as everything,

I’m nothing.

I am. 

-Nanne Nyander


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Sunday, 20 October 2024

Autumn

 


Nanne Nyander


The autumn leaves,
leave me breathless.
I’m falling,
uncontrollable,
there’s no bottom,
there is just empty space.
Moving,
moving through space with no mind,
I don’t mind.
The autumn leaves are falling.
Catch me.
There’s just emptiness,
no words, no thoughts,
no reality in the mind of the doer.
Stay, empty, space, let me fall,
keep falling, empty, silence.
Exhale, exhaustion,
no more holding on,
emptiness, stay.
No thoughts can catch me here.
I’m empty, empty, empty.
I’m the autumn leaves 

lost in space waiting to be found. 

Not waiting anymore.
I’m not a leaf,
I’m the space in which it is all happening, 

without anything happening.
I am, I am. 


-from " The Struggle of Going Nowhere"



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