A flight to the East
This traveling in heaven is like clear dreaming, full of blue sky and white clouds.
You sail through them like on a magic carpet and very often you don't know, what makes you pass
through these snow-white rings of fog. What is it: a plane or a strange white bird with an eagle eye?
There are clouds above you, which cover the wings of your plane by a soft and transparent blanket.
There are mountains of Tibet below you, full of peaceful dreaming.
Sometimes you want to remember something from your past, but it's useless and you don't need to do it.
Your plane carries you ahead, and the only thing you really can do is to fall into a deep
dream in the endless travel through the sky.
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings."