Spirituality: Storage, by Mary Oliver

When I moved from one house to another there were many things I had no room for. 

What does one do? I rented a storage space. And filled it. 

Years passed. Occasionally I went there and looked in, but nothing happened, not a single twinge of the heart. As I grew older the things I cared about grew fewer, but were more important. 

So one day I undid the lock and called the trash man. He took everything. 

I felt like the little donkey when his burden was finally lifted. Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! 

Make room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing – the reason they can fly.