A mantra

It seems like I have been repeating myself over the past few days about speaking to my heart and soul. As if I have nothing else to speak of. I do, but I have things, feelings, stirrings inside that I have to release, let out. My heart and soul are my strongest possessions. Speaking about them, even now, strengths them more. They refuse to be buried, silenced. They have to bear witness to the world and everything it has. They want to flow freely, to search for the vessel in which to pour themselves. And then grow and blossom more. They have much, want much, want to give much. They will always remain in the world.