I wake abruptly
In the early hours,
To a lungful of
Icy air,
The curtains flapping idly
In the breeze,

Fear fades as I recognise my
Darkened room,
Well known shapes
Of furniture
And shadows cast by
Newly bulbed street lights

Yet what woke me
Was and indeed remains
A mystery,
But something did,
Something lost or hiding now in
Mists of memory

Through which my minds eye
Cannot pierce,
But vaguely seen are
Edges and corners
Hovering at perceptions edge
As I roll over

And go

Back to sleep

Most of our lives are spent in mourning for what HASN'T happened, when we felt it should have.
To experience physical, emotional and mental suffering over losses that never existed in the first place, is like being angry and bitter about the sky being blue when our color of preference is actually Olive green...
Just because we may have spent a lot of time wishing and fantasizing about how our lives would have been different if it were.
Well, it isn't.
So to be affected by WHAT ISN'T  is insane.
There is only what IS. Anything outside of what IS is false, and requires absolutely no consideration and has no true power over our lives.
To indulge in that kind of erroneous thinking only perpetuates our ignorance and distracts us from our true purpose.
We create our own suffering.
We are each the artichects of our own temple.
Truth is truth.
It can't be denied.
If it isn't true then it is false. If it is false then it is illusionary.
If it is an illusion then it can do us no harm.
Only our own misconceptions can harm us.
Only if we let them.
Truth shall set us free.
Only if we let it.