At The Border – PianoTweet no. 651

Some dear friends are almost leaving
this life here on earth.

When we meet these days,
we talk about how their lives have been,
how death will be approached,
and how the future might be,
either theirs or mine.

Afterwards, I think about the borders
between life and death.
There might be a border.

What happens there?
What do we meet,who do we meet?
Do we meet someone at all?
Can we hear around, look around?
Feel something?
We don’t know…

The only fact we know:
it’s a one way travel.

Here’s my opinion:
it’s not important at all
to know what’s on the other side of the border.
It’s important to realize that
– at either sides of this border –
nothing can be compared:
until we have passed that border.

At The Border – PianoTweet no. 651