Anarchy of the Heart
In my quest for the most just and beautiful political system, I have consulted both the Left and the Right, the elites of each party, and the answer is clear: Goddess-Intoxicated Anarchy.
Both corporate oligarchy and state socialism are over. I would rather drown in the un-picked blossom than sell the honey. I would rather kindle a tiny flame in my own chest than claim entitlement to the light of a trillion stars.
The bio-region replaces the nation-state, because nature draws no straight lines or right angles: her borders are rolling hills and river valleys.
The local transcends the federal, the sustainable out-performs the wasteful, the small rejoices over the big, and all is green. But renewable energy cannot be controlled or distributed by bureaucrats. It must be discovered again and again each morning in the stillness of the heart.
Both corporate oligarchy and state socialism are over. I would rather drown in the un-picked blossom than sell the honey. I would rather kindle a tiny flame in my own chest than claim entitlement to the light of a trillion stars.
The bio-region replaces the nation-state, because nature draws no straight lines or right angles: her borders are rolling hills and river valleys.
The local transcends the federal, the sustainable out-performs the wasteful, the small rejoices over the big, and all is green. But renewable energy cannot be controlled or distributed by bureaucrats. It must be discovered again and again each morning in the stillness of the heart.
Congress meets for one day every month, gathered in silence around a forest pool, reflecting the full moon. The only sound is a fresh spring gushing out of the earth.
Our constitution is written in tree rings. The radical act is being present. The revolution is this breath.
Wetland Restoration Mandala by Caryn Babaian
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