Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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…