Dreams of a Stateless Utopia

Like water finding its own level,
So too do people flow naturally
Toward mutual aid and common ground —
No dams of hierarchy needed
To direct their course.

The Sage governs least, said Lao Tzu,
But we have learned to govern not at all,
Each person a mountain stream
Contributing to the great river of community
Without losing their own song.

In the garden, no single flower
Claims ownership of sun or soil,
No master plan dictates
Which seeds may sprout.
Yet abundance flourishes
Through ten thousand interactions,
Countless small kindnesses
Between root and fungus,
Bee and blossom.

The Way is neither mine nor yours,
But flows through all things equally —
Why then should some feast
While others hunger?
Why should artificial borders
Divide what nature makes whole?

In our communes, we practice wu-wei:
Action through non-action,
Organization without hierarchy,
Property dissolved like morning mist
Into the warm light of shared purpose.

Each according to their nature,
Each according to their need —
Like the movement of clouds,
Like the turning of seasons,
Like the dance of butterflies
Who recognize no nations.

This is not chaos, but order
Deeper than any emperor could decree:
The spontaneous harmony
Of beings in balance,
Free to follow the Way
That leads everywhere
And nowhere,
Home.