Broken eggs

The pull of the familiar
The voices from the past
They are only dreams now

While they bring back a feeling,
A twitch in your neck
Where fear kept a nest
Of eggs with shells so fragile
A simple smell could break them open

Look closer still.
See that they are empty
Just full of vapor
Illusions of the mind
Their existence just a story
One that no longer needs to be told.

And then you realize there are no eggs
And there is no nest
And the dreams are as temporary as the rain
Here in a flash of awareness
To learn and live
Then release.