Nothing can’t Separate

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

What’s real?

Sensations are real,

there are sensations, aren’t there?

Is feeling the sensations separate from the sensations, 

or are there just words separating the two? 

Without the words, are they one?

Are sounds and hearing the sounds the same? 

Nothing is really separating the two.

But nothing can’t separate,

nothing glues it all together,

nothing makes it all one.

Is it language that’s separating everything

into tiny pieces?

Are there any borders between anything?

The me can separate everything into smaller and 

smaller pieces,

if the me moves in the other direction,

and pieces it all together again,

will the me suddenly disappear,

disappear into the whole,

into nothing?

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness

One Sound

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Be newly born every day of your life. 

Die every day of your life,
wake up every second to be bewildered, 

excited, curious, in love,
in love with life, with its ups and downs. 

Be the conscious watcher
of everything life has to offer you
on this short journey.
Be entangled in the drama of life, 

without being entangled.
Watch the sound,
watch the thought about the sound. 

Watch the feeling about the thought, 

watch the interpretation of the feeling. 

Isn’t it marvellous,
what just one sound can accomplish? 

-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"

The Moon

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Seek inside, and you shall find.

The truth is leading you.

The sky, the moon, the stars are guiding you. 

Can you accept what you have found?

-Nanne Nyander "Out of the Labyrinth"

Everything is Connected

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Everything is connected,

my heart connects with my blood, 

connects with my skin,

with the things I touch,

with the space,

with the universe,

with the infinite.

My lungs connect with the air I breathe, 

connect with all the plants and trees, 

connect with you,

you and I are the same,

I am you,

I am everything,

and still, I am nothing.

-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"

Finding is an Illusion

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Emptiness is screaming loudly in a silent voice,

- I’m here, stop looking,

no looking will lead to finding.

I’m still.

Still trying not to look for what I am.

- You can’t try not to look.

Do or do not, there is no try.

Finding is an illusion,

floating around as bait in a future that does not exist. 

Luring me to carry on looking for the non-existing me.

-Nanne Nyander " The Silence of Awareness"

Before Everything

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

"Robin" by Nanne Nyander

I’m moving around in empty space,

and so is everything else. 

Sometimes I bump into a sound or a thought, 

we connect and let go at the same time. 

Sounds appearing and disappearing.

Self is appearing and disappearing. 

Nothing is leaving any trace. 

Thoughts are appearing and disappearing. 

Nothing is leaving nothing behind. 

Everything is fleeting,

like waves.

Everything is moving like waves, 

appear, disappear,

appear, disappear.

And here I am,

appearing and disappearing.

But before everything,

I am.

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"

Lonely

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Does a fish feel lonely?
Does it know that it’s part of a great ocean? 

Does the ocean know
that it’s a part of Mother Earth,
or does it feel apart from everything, 

believing it’s on its own,
moving around, separate from everything else? 

Does Mother Earth think?
What would its thoughts look like?
I’m a tiny, lonely planet in this vast universe,
I’m lost, please help me to find me.
Or is it content with just being?
Is the universe separate from me?
From out there I’m nothing,
I’m not even visible,
just a speck of dust that no one sees.
I am no one.
I can see you.
To me, you are special,
to me, you are not just a speck of dust,
to me, you are everything,
to me, you are me. 

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"

The Ocean

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

I’m an octopus,

I use my tentacles to sense if everything is ok.

I ramble,

I use words to change the energy between us,

I use words to see if everything is fine.

Is it safe?

I think I can alter the sticky energy you send out, 

by talking,

by saying words,

words that almost make sense.

I ramble,

I talk too fast.

Why?

I thought I was the quiet one.

Words I use to calm the energy around me,

so that I can be at peace.

I’m a bat,

I use sounds to navigate,

is everything ok?

How do you feel?

Are you angry?

Have I done something wrong?

Hardly anyone tells the truth,

so I don’t ask,

because then I have to decipher what the words 

coming out of your mouth really mean. 

When my sounds bounce back,

I can feel if I have managed to smooth the energy, 

smooth it so that I can be at peace,

so that I can be calm.

I feel what everyone is feeling.

I’m a wave in a big ocean.

When the wave close to me gets muddy,

I can feel it.

After all,

we are all the same ocean.

-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"