Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing — the reason they… - Mary Oliver

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

For the birds who own nothing — the reason they can fly.

If the world were only pain and logic,
who would want it?

Of course, it isn’t.
Neither do I mean anything miraculous,
but only
the light that can shine out of a life.

Okay, I said. But remember, you can’t fix
everything in the world for everybody.

“However,” said Ricky, “you can’t do
anything at all unless you begin. Haven’t
I heard you say that once or twice, or
maybe a hundred times?

And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire — clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.