Silent worlds unseen
Beyond imagination
Whisper at the door
Whose are the voices that call
Are they within or without…

On which side of the door do I stand? Am I in life or death, or does life to one only seem as death to another? Are birth and death no more than a single doorway through which I will  move to change perspective? And if the grass is always greener on the other side, why would we fear to sleep beneath it…