Clouds

 

What would happen to the sky 

if the sky thought it was a cloud?

-Nanne Nyander

Everything is muddy,

my feet are stuck to the ground,

the clouds are big and dark,

but I fear nothing,

the clouds bring the rain,

the rain pours over me,

over my face and washes my tears away, 

washes all the mud away,

I’m free,

I can see clearly now,

I no longer fear nothing.

-Nanne Nyander

I am a tiny cloud in the clear blue sky.

I am the sky that lets the cloud move freely.

I am the one looking up at the sky in amazement. 

I am the one.

I am one.

-Nanne Nyander

Trees

 

Here I am, appearing as a sound of a bird. 

Here I am, as the wind, moving through the grass.

Here I am.

Love is hiding inside me, but what is me?

There is no inside and no outside.

Love takes control of this body, 

makes it move through space and time.

Love listens to the story of my past, 

and me believes it is true, but no stories are the truth.

The truth is I, I am is the truth.

Here I am. 

Take away what is not true, and left is only I.

No past, no future, just I.

Here I am, appearing as a tree,

disappearing as me.

Here I am.

 -Nanne Nyander

Full Moon

 

Full Moon

Poem from the book "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"

 “Full moon.

The full moon is reflecting in my eyes, 

shining on my face.

The moon is silent.

The silence is loud.

The moon is reflecting in my eyes. 

I’m the moon which ingeniously reflects 

my own beautiful silent perfection

into my own eyes."

- Nanne Nyander

The Way Back Home

"The Way Back Home"

 

"The Way Back Home" contains 111 poems and is the third 

book with poems from the path to Spiritual Awakening. 

These poems should be understood with one's heart 

rather than one's mind. 

They are not as dark and strange as they might sound 

if you  listen with your heart. 

The poems are sometimes written as a conversation 

between  the small self and the big Self.

To have a peek in the book or to purchase the book, go to:

Here are some poems from the book.

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I’m making tiny pictures,

on a canvas that is bigger than anyone 

can ever imagine.

My tiny pictures seem to get lost in the divine, 

chaotic masterpiece,

but still, the masterpiece wouldn’t be whole

without me and my tiny pictures.

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Fragmented memories,

lost or not lost are holding me back. 

But aren’t they just memories?

What am I?

Not a memory.

Small tiny memories not quite remembered,

are keeping me bound to this world. 

Why do they come up now?

I was so near, everything was so calm. 

Everything was so clear.

And now I’m up in the mind again,

trying to find solutions to the non-existing problem. 

The jigsaw puzzle doesn’t want to be solved, 

doesn’t want to be put together,

doesn’t want to reveal the whole picture. 

But does it really matter?

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Into magic-land, I disappear, when I’m not vigilant. 

Into magic-land, I lose myself completely.

Into magic-land, I disappear,

and get lost in the magic of the mind’s creation.

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The Struggle of Going Nowhere

“The Struggle of Going Nowhere” 

is the second book of 

“poems from the path to spiritual awakening.”

To have a peek in the book or to purchase the book, go to:

Some selected poems from the book:

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Sweet music in my ears,

constant interruptions by the mind. 

Everything goes silent,

but if you’re with me, you can still hear my music.

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I’m a jigsaw puzzle with plenty of missing pieces. 

But it doesn’t matter anymore.

The jigsaw puzzle is still an illusion.

All pieces, no pieces, or half of them missing, 

what does it matter when it’s all an illusion.

It might help to find all the right pieces,

but then what?

I still have to wake up.

It’s all a dream,

masterly put together.

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Complicated world, 

complicated words.

The best way to communicate is silence, 

but even silence can be misunderstood. 

I stand here saying nothing.

Why can’t you understand my silence? 

I’m standing here screaming my head off, 

but no sound is coming out.

I have to accept that no one can hear me. 

I’m invisible, I’m soundless. 

Within my world,

and only within my world do I exist, 

but out here, no one can see me,

no one can hear me.

I’m the only one here, 

screaming my head off,

in the most beautiful, silent sound.

Loud am I,

when nothing can be heard.

Silence is my language till everyone learns to hear. 

Listen and feel the silence within you, 

without you.

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Most Beautiful Selfies

 

Most Beautiful Selfies December 2022

Out of the Labyrinth

 I have been writing poems for the last couple of years, 

or have they been written through me? 

Just like most of my paintings, these poems are about spiritual awakening, which is not always an easy ride. Well, is it ever? 

Some have it smoother than others, I guess.

My poems have turned into three books. 

”Poems from the path to spiritual awakening.”

Book one is available now. “Out of the Labyrinth”, 

each book contains 111 poems. 

You can order the book from most bookstores 

or click on the link:

Here are some selected poems from book one, 

“Out of the Labyrinth”.

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Colour and light
playing seriously on the canvas,
making stunning pictures.
Breathtaking,
wondrous, silent,
wordless signs, leading to your inner self.
Feel.
The painter has given you a key to your own universe. 

It brings you silence 

in the midst of your tumultuous world. 

The world is full of signposts,
find them, 

take them in. 

Cherish them, 

breathe in the moment. 

Naked, 

vulnerable, 

fearless, silent.
You are here to meet the I. 

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Have I lost this battle?
Am I still a worthy warrior,
even though it seems like a never-ending war? 

The war is between my mind
and the truth of what I am.
It’s a one-sided war that can not be won 

until I lay down my weapons and realise 

that we are on the same side.
My war is in my head,
and as long as the fighting is going on, 

there will be no peace. 

Truth is my ally.
Truth is within me. 

Truth is me.
I am truth,
I’m silence,
I’m the silent warrior for peace. 

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I’ve been chasing myself my whole life, 

like chasing my own shadow. 

When I finally stopped,
I managed to catch up with myself, 

realising that,
I’ve been here the whole time. 

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