The Quiet Revolution

In stillness, chaos finds its form,
A paradox, yet strangely warm.
The circle A, in brush strokes bold,
Embraced by yin and yang’s hold.

No masters here, no rigid rules,
Yet wisdom flows in zen-like pools.
Anarchic thoughts in lotus pose,
A revolution that softly grows.

The state dissolves in mindful breath,
Old systems face a peaceful death.
Authority’s grasp slips away,
As we learn to seize the day.

Mutual aid, a natural flow,
Like bamboo bending, high and low.
Communities rise, organic, free,
A self-ruled society.

The koan of freedom rings out clear,
Dissolving boundaries, calming fear.
In letting go, we truly find
The liberated state of mind.

Hierarchy crumbles into sand,
As we join hands across the land.
Each sovereign self, a universe,
In harmony, for better or worse.

The Tao of anarchy unfolds,
A path that neither pushes nor holds.
In action without action, we
Become the change we wish to see.

Zen gardens and barricades entwine,
A new world blooms, yours and mine.
Where once was strife, now peace prevails,
As zenarchist vision sets its sails.

So meditate on revolution’s art,
Let chaos and order fill your heart.
In this fusion, we’ll find our way,
To a freer world, come what may.