"Zoe is the dynamic, self-organizing structure of life itself, of which anthropos or bios is just a thing segment."  — Braidotti 

The Trees, All Their Green

The trees, all their green.
I wanted to hand the grass to you
                             on my palm
 because it was spring. 
I was not in time.

And in the rooms on the shady side where they sleep 
                             are the toys,
the horse, the dog, the clay whistles, the Russian doll
                            walking towards a bear,
and all the old junk that collects in the country house
                            when peacetime goes on,

and the books, Ars amandi, The Tale of Genji, Chekhov.

The hay blooms. The rose blooms,
                            it is the season,
the rose's season when the rose opens,
                            and sometimes
it happens that the rose decays, dries up in the bud
like a certain type of girl, woman,
like symbolism wooed by irony, and,

and of this decade the rose's fragrance lingers.

We are to act out the weather, the air, the wind, the storm,
                                                                       the rain,
                                                            the lightning, and the season,
like one who full of free will
                           is fully dependent on everything.

I look out, the stove fire is in the window glass, it burns
                          against rain, smoke, green alders.
I reflect how beyond many wars my world already is:
the doorway beyond is the frame in which you see me
                          coming,
                                                          going, before I turn and go,

and that the house, the house, love and glad days
                         do not always coincide like this.

Now that one night the boughs come quite close to the window
                          and outside it is windy and stormy,
now that
                         I say, groping for words, that
these are things I have not invented,
                        rather
                                                         that I am one of them. 

Paavo Haavikko, 1966 (translated by Keith Bosley).

Work in progress

In India, the Uttarakhand High Court ruled on 2017, that the Ganga and Yamuna rivers are living entities and legal persons.

"Person is any being whom the law regards as being capable of rights and duties. This being doesn't always have to be a human."

Zoe Oil on canvas, 89 x 116 cm.