What the Moon is hiding? Maybe some riddle inside? If you would be unwrapping it like a tangerine from the visible peel, behind it would be a smoky dark substance sparkling with billions and billions of stars. It swirls and heaves, pulsates and envelops you. And the name of this is a Dream.
Dream, in the other hand, also is a repository and deep inside it is Awakening - bright and fresh, joyful and alluring.
After fleeting Awakening unfolding the Feast of unthinkable beings celebrating their own holiday.
At the greatest Feast, separately from every being, a small sad titmouse sits on the very edge and watches the delighting ones. Despite the common atmosphere, without hiding, it is crying about the dearest thing in the world, about losing the self.
Аnd this very tears turns to the River with no beginning and no ending.
The river starts from the Sky, that covering everything and where one could find that very Moon.
