The watch that I left you with.
You need not guard it with your life.
In losing it you won’t lose me.
Nor will you lose your life.
If I hid a doll behind the clouds.
So you couldn’t see it there.
Would it mean that it had lost itself.
Would it scream it was never there.
Oh dear please don’t lose life for me.
I’m here within your heart.
Close your eyes.
Hold out your hand.
Feel the air.
I was never lost.
Merely, a different coloured scarf.
Art + poetry – Bec Hart.
Messages from spirit.