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"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.
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Previous books by Nanne Nyander Silence. Angels and Poems (2018) Out of the Labyrinth. Poems (2022) The Struggle of Going Nowhere. Poems (2022)
Do you want to come home?
A tribute to I.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
I’m staring desperately at the sky,
I’m howling at the moon, I curse the ocean.
This is not the play I was asked to be in.
Or is it?
What would happen to the sky
if the sky thought it was a cloud?
I’m going nowhere to find me.
I’ve been going somewhere for so long
and I’m still at the same place.
So why not surrender, raise the white flag,
and lay down my weapons?
I’m here, going nowhere.
I have finally arrived.
Hold my hand, I need to get out before it’s too late.
I’m going under before my very eyes,
and I don’t even see it.
I’m not what you think I am,
I’m not what I think I am,
I’m nothing,
and so are you.
The days are going by,
while I’m trying to find my way back,
away from the illusion,
an illusion created by the mind.
Everything I see
throws me back into a story in my head.
I close my eyes,
but everything I hear reminds me of something,
and yet again, I’m back in the mind’s territory.
“Focus!”
I am.
What am I?
A scent suddenly reminds me of my childhood,