Is this the inside of my dream? These days I am cautious of everything—afraid of the future, the past, afraid even of my fear. But this is not the grey noir darkness of the usual tunnels my night journeys follow. There are no trains to miss, no staircases to nowhere. This passageway is alive, a cocoon of possibility opening into an illuminated aperture.
And do I see rabbits? I was born in the Year of the Rabbit. What will we find if we enter into that light?
ings tucked away just
whistle on the wind–
birds echo the song
Mish at dVerse has introduced us to the art of Vika Muse:
“I wish I could have manta rays in the sky… instead of Russian bombs and military airplanes. I’ve noticed that my disturbing paintings didn’t make me happier. They cause even deeper depression. So I’ve tried to draw my future. It is bright and sunny. There are no bombs and war… Only beautiful landscapes and dreamlike sky. I hope I’ll meet such a future someday…
P.S. Be empathetic with your relatives and value your lifestyle. It’s big happiness to have mundane life and safety and independence. So simple and so valuable.”