Stop moving,
stop grasping,
stay where you are my friend.
I’m here.
If you leave yourself alone,
if you just let go,
I will be here to catch you.
I will hold you in my arms and love you forever.
Nothing can keep us apart.
You and I are one.
Mind is trying to delay me finding myself,
mind is playing hide and seek.
-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"
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Was I the one that started all this,
or am I a memory of the lost past in an illusionary world?
-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"
My mind is luring me
into the imaginary world of thinking.
Into the veil that distorts everything.
The gravitational pull is overpowering
and I’m moving towards thought like a magnet,
I can feel the gravitation getting weaker and weaker.
But the pull is an illusion,
imaginary pictures floating around in space.
I’m here.
-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"
The wind caresses my naked body,
cold, fresh, purifying wind.
Sweep away all my thoughts,
expose the reality behind everything.
Leave nothing behind,
leave nothing,
leave everything,
empty me of myself.
-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"
Is this a feeling? Is this a thought?
Am I here?
Everything is empty, everything is silent.
Is that a thought?
Everything is nothing,
and I have no separate room in it.
There are feelings, there are thoughts,
but they don’t belong to a me.
Everything is empty,
the emptiness is full of nothing and everything
simultaneously.
Nothing belongs to a me.
Everything is me,
and me is nothing.
-Nanne Nyander "The Silence of Awareness"
I can touch you,
just by touching the air you breathe.
I am the air you breathe.
When will you see me for what you are?
We are one, we are everything,
we are nothing.
We are one.
-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"
I’m rambling, can I still love myself?
I make mistakes, can I still love myself?
I am not perfect, can I still love myself?
I’m human, can I still love myself?
Can you look inside me,
can you see who I am,
or do you only see this shell of interpretations,
which you create in your head?
Look at me,
see me for what I am.
I’m not what you see,
I’m not what I have done,
I’m not this construction of flesh and bones,
that one day will decay and vanish.
I’m not this mind,
I’m not your interpretation of what I say, do, or write.
The best way to know me is to never have known me,
meet me with closed eyes and listen to my silence,
then you might know me.
Meet me beyond the veil of illusion.
Meet me where you and I are one.
Here you can truly know me,
as I know you.
Beyond the illusion of this made-up reality.
-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"
