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"