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"
