Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings
I’m always here,
but the mind tells me I’m going places,
I’m going on a long journey to find me.
Without the mind telling me stories,
I’m here,
without any doubt.
With the mind babbling along,
I’m here,
but I struggle to believe it.
The mind tells me all sorts of things,
makes me believe I’m going to find me,
find me somewhere else,
another time,
another place.
I’m never here,
it’s never now,
the mind convincingly tells me.
I wonder why I still believe it?
What makes me keep the mind so close,
listen to every word it says,
as if it was the truth?
I can clearly see
it does not know what it’s talking about.
It’s just talking,
nonstop,
telling me anything to keep me occupied,
to keep me from exposing this imposter,
I’ve been calling me.
It keeps telling me lies,
but the I does not like lies,
and the mind does not enjoy the truth.
We are obviously not a good match.
It’s time to break up,
time to expose this imposter.
Time to wake up.
I’m here,
I am truth,
I am.
-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"
