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Tag: Walk For Peace

  • Keep Your Eyes On The Road

    Moving in between stories, 
    Trying to make one of our own.
    The headlines scream “Protest”
    While Monks Walk For Peace “Alone”.

    It’s hard to navigate the twists and turns
    Trying to stay centered on your own road.
    It’s hard to take in the day’s beauty
    While clutching on to the emotions you hold.

    Our life, my life 
    made up of so few precious days,
    I don’t want to be selfish now,
    But here’s what I’ve got to say.

    I’ll Walk For Peace 
    With every breath I take
    Every photo I share,
    Every poem I create.

    I’ll protest government overreach
    Though my activism legs are old and slow.
    So I protest by shining my little flicker of light
    Down this crazy, unrelenting, twisted road.

    We are a country 
    built from toil and mistakes.
    Our forefathers, far from perfect.
    So many lives have been lost along the way.

    But the message was always crystal clear:
    At least it was to me
    All of us are created equal. Remember?
    This is supposed to be the land of the free.

    Now, this poem may feel like a
    Twisting, turning mountain road 
    With blind corners to navigate.
    But know that I’m searching for beauty as I go.

    So my protest sign will read like a prayer:

    Keep your eyes focused on Peace.
    Steady as she goes.
    Because while you’re the one driving,
    You’re responsible for that piece of road.

  • Walk For Peace

    Today, I feel guilty.

    While I get to step away from the harshness of our times—if only briefly—people in Minneapolis keep fighting. They keep grieving. They keep demanding to be heard.

    ICE OUT.

    Two people in their state are dead. Their deaths came while peacefully protesting. Videos run nonstop from multiple angles.
    Look.
    Believe your eyes.

    The lies pour out of the mouths of these so-called “agents” like water—easy, uninhibited, flowing free. Spin created on the spot, delivered with confidence. How do people lie so effortlessly? And with such conviction?

    Meanwhile, thousands gather day after freezing day, standing in bitter cold, calling out: “Bullshit.”
    They’re told to keep recording. Keep sharing the videos. Let truth burn a hole through the sewage of lies.

    We are not domestic terrorists because we stand up for democracy.
    We are not inciting violence because we carry cameras and whistles.

    And yet—alongside all of this—there is the Monks’ Walk for Peace.

    The contrast is stark. Like a Minnesota winter against the sunshine of California. Both exist at the same time. The question is simple: Which state do we choose to live in?

    The Monks’ message is simple too.
    Let everyone live.
    Be compassion.
    Be love.
    Open your hearts to kindness.
    Make room for one another.

    People gather along the roads as the monks pass—praying, walking with them for a while, wanting to warm themselves in the light of their message. Now the monks have stepped into ice and cold, but the message does not change.

    It flickers like a candle—steady, persistent—showing a way out of the darkness.

    Light a candle.
    One candle becomes many.
    Many become a torch.
    A torch becomes a blaze.

    This light can burn through the darkness. It can show a way out of this night of terror.

    Truth is our torch in the night.

    Walk with the monks.
    Light a candle.
    Join their growing flicker of light.

    Love is not passive—it is resistance.

    Stand with Minnesota.
    Hold that candle high.
    Rise up with love and light.

    Drown out the flood of lies.
    Flood the world instead—with kindness, with truth, with moments of light.

    Choose light. Choose truth. Choose each other.