my life

Here you see the garden I live in. Once all of the world was like this. I wish I could bring everyone here, to live just as simply, with as small a footprint.

The silence, the fire and deep snow, the stars thrown onto a black sky in winter, and in summer, the shimmering water and light, the gentle sound of the wind in the pines. The small and large creatures who survive on our doorstep, also experiencing this world as it breathes in and out.

i thank you god for most this amazing day.
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and the blue true dream of sky
and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.

i who have died am alive again today
and this is the sun's birthday, this is the birthday of life, and of love and wings
and of the great gay illimitably happening earth.
How could any tasting touching hearing seeing breathing,
lifted from the no of all nothing,
human merely being doubt unimaginable you.

Now the ears of my ears are opened
Now the eyes of my eyes can see.

e.e. cummings

All art copyright Elizabeth Allen