EN
Door: “Here, our old hinges
are still under strain;
and with every new breath;
one step closer to rusting.”
Handle: “I have twice as much work to do,
your hand touches me every time,
when you want to enter,
and when someone else does,
they touch me too.”
Door: “Through me, the whole soul passes
into higher realms,
into new spaces,
which only I know from both sides.
From the inside and the outside.
These or those rooms.”
Handle: “But I am present
in physical contact.
I myself touch the essence of the soul
and connect everything
on an infinitesimal level.”
Door: “I, on the other hand, have
a picture of the whole,
the whole person, the essence
of the soul,
and what’s more, I know well where
they are headed,
and who they will become.”
Handle: “Without me, you would
be nothing but a veil in the mist,
just a nameless, empty gateway.”
Visitor:
knocks on the door
Door and Handle simultaneously:
“Come in…”
Visitor:
“What lies beyond this door?”
Handle: “Take me in your hand
and you shall see”
Door: “Come through us
and don’t waste any more
of your time.”
