The Sound of a Bird

 Nanne Nyander

Wisdom by Nanne Nyander

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Here I am, appearing as the sound of a bird. 

Here I am, as the wind,
moving through the grass.
Here I am.
Love is hiding inside me,
but what is me?
There is no inside and no outside.
Love takes control of this body,
makes it move through space and time. 

Love listens to the story of my past,
and me believes it’s true,
but no stories are the truth.
The truth is I,
I am is the truth.
Here I am.
Take away what is not true,
and left is only I.
No past, no future, just I.
Here I am, appearing as a tree, 

disappearing as me.
Here I am. 

Nanne Nyander

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I can hear a distant whisper,

a whisper beyond time.

It whispers not to the mind,

but to itself.

I listen and think I know what it’s saying, 

but I’m just in the way.

Listen, be silent, don’t think.

It speaks not to the mind,

but to the silence itself.

The silence that I am.

Nanne Nyander

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