" Don't find fault with the person who limps "

 

" I walk my talk so my mouth has got to match my feet. " 

 Don’t find fault with the person who limps
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes they wear
Or struggled beneath their load.

There may be tacks in their shoes that hurt,
Though hidden away from view,
Or the burden they bear placed on your back
Might cause you to stagger too.

Don’t sneer at the person who’s down today
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused their fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows
That were theirs, if dealt to you,
In the self-same way at the self-same time
Might cause you to stagger too.

 

Remembering your roots - St Patrick's Day

 

The Road Back Home

The rain fell soft on Galway Bay
When I turned my face and walked away
The sea was calling, a mournful tune
Beneath the pale and aching moon
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
Though I wander far, the years will fade
My heart still beats for the roads I made
The fields grew quiet, the hearth grew cold
The tales they told were just stories old
Yet in my dreams I see it clear
The land I love still draws me near
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
Though I wander far, the years will fade
My heart still beats for the roads I made
O Erin fair, I hear your cry
The curlew's song, the lark on high
Through storm and sorrow, through joy or shame
I'll find the road that bears your name
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
The road back home I'll find again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3B3TnBkIErc

Fields of the forgotten

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVOesNZ8uQE&list=RDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGAVM3B3TnBkIErc&index=2

the Long walk back

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIS3qTwtfBg&list=RDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGAVM3B3TnBkIErc&index=6

"The Seven Wonders of Life"

 

Seven Wonders of Life!
 

1. Your Mother - The first person to welcome you in this world.
2. Your Father - The first person to go through all the hardships just to see you smile.
3. Your Sibling - The first person to teach you the art of 'sharing and caring'.
4. Your Friend - The first person to teach you how to respect people with different opinions and viewpoints.
5. Your Life partner - The first person to make you realize the value of sacrifice and compromise.
6. Your Children - The first little person to teach you how to be selfless and think about others before yourself.
7. Your Grandchildren - The only creatures who make you want to live the life, all over again.

Amanda Gorman "With this Bright Voice"

 

Hope is not passive.
It is spoken.
It is shared.
It is acted upon.

Every child is worthy.
And every voice — no matter how young — carries the power to brighten the world.

Amanda Gorman  With this bright Voice

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1508541383785420

 

“With this bright voice

we speak audacious and audible;

Our purpose,

not just ethical, but eternal.

For while every child is rightfully unique,

The right to childhood

is universal.

We must care for

every child, everywhere,

No matter their race, religion,

or gender.

In this, we never

back down;

we never surrender,

Because every child deserves a chance,

And this world

deserves a change.

‍We might not always merit the earth

but every child shall inherit it

Quiet is the most dangerous violence

For the loudest bombs 

are those met with silence

through ordeals of conflict, and crisis

malady and misfortune.

We fight for the family

and organise for the orphan

We free the chained

and we feed the hungry

because in a world of chaos

Peace is written by the young

and any war is already lost

if the cost is any kid killed

Compassion is not foolish weakness

it is our fiercest will

We shall grow

our strength, and not by how we triumph in war,

but how we try for peace

we shall sow our success

not by how we suppress

those hardest to rule

but those hardest to reach

We shall show our spirit

Not by how we defeat our enemies

but by how we defend the exiled

Most importantly we shall know ourselves

not by how we champion those in power

but how we empower the child.

this promise is our future

this planet our home

thus let us not just pass on 

Sure wisdom to the young

Let the young's wisdom surpass our own.

With this bright voice

we speak,

audacious and audible;

What yesterday we might have called obstacles,

Today are opportunities that make us unstoppable.

We respond in every

strife and struggle,

Because every child is phenomenal,

And to every child

we are responsible.

This is not just purpose.

Now, more than ever,

It is possible.”

Every child deserves a place to grow.
And sometimes, the light returns because one young voice refuses to let it stay dark.

Live in the Moment

 

~ Sometimes ~

Sometimes I feel I want to go back in times
Not to change things, but to feel a couple of things twice

Sometimes I wish I was a baby for a while
Not to be walked in the pram but to see my mother's smile

Sometimes I wish I could go back to school
Not to become a child but to learn how to be cool

Sometimes I wish I could be back in the uni
Not to be a rebel but to understand what I study

Sometimes I wish I was a fresher at my work
Not to do less work but to recall the joy of the first pay cheque


Sometimes I wish I could marry again all over
Not to change the partner but to understand the ceremony better

Sometimes I wish my kids were younger
Not because they grew fast but to play with them a bit more

Sometimes I feel I still had some more time to live
Not to have a longer life but to know what I could give

Since, Never can the times come back that are gone
Let's enjoy the moments as we live them from now on!!

 

Walk for Peace - historic milestone !

The Walk for Peace is a 120-day, 2,300-mile journey led by Buddhist monks and their loyal dog, Aloka as they walk through 10 states promoting peace, unity and compassion.

Peace in difficult times doesn’t mean nothing bothers us. It means we stop making everything worse by losing ourselves in our thoughts. It means we stay grounded enough to see what we can actually do, then do it with a calm heart.

Together We Walk for Peace

From the dawn of Texas skies

Robes of saffron start to rise

Walking softly mile by mile

Carrying peace in every smile.

Wind is whispering on the road

Spread your love across the world

Silent prayers in every stride

Hope becomes their gentle guide

Step by step we carry peace

Let the suffering slowly cease

Hearts awake, fears release

Together we walk for peace

Step by step in harmony

Boundless love for all to see

Let compassion never cease

Together we walk for peace. 

Through the towns and open plains

Under sun and under rain

Every step a sacred vow

Healing lives in here and now. 

Faithful Aloka by their side

Guardian of this holy stride

Love that moves like gentle streams

Turning miles into noble dreams. 

Step by step we carry peace

Let the suffering slowly cease

Hearts awake, fears release

Together we walk for peace

 Step by step in harmony

Boundless love for all to see

Let compassion never cease

Together we walk for peace.

No borders no walls, 

No limits at all

Only Kindness calling home

Hand in hand we rise under open skies

Lifting hearts wherever we roll.

Step by step we carry peace

Let division slowly cease

From Fort Worth to DC streets

Together We Walk for Peace

Step by step, humanity

Walk in loving unity

May the world find clarity

Together We Walk for Peace

May all beings live in ease

And all hearts be stilled and freed

May this journey never end

Peace in every breath we send

        https://youtu.be/HGQFC709qLs?is=Aeq1ilfPdBlYVXiu                                                                                             

May everyone who meets us—standing by the road as we pass, offering flowers and quiet smiles—find a sense of peace growing softly within them.

May those who see us from a distance—through a car window or across a crowded street—feel a moment of kindness and warmth in their hearts.

May those who follow our journey online—reading these words and seeing these photos—feel that peace is closer than they thought, right there beside them.

May those who simply hear about this walk—from a friend, a family member, or a kind stranger—receive this message like a seed carried on a gentle breeze.

To everyone whose life touches ours—whether we meet in person or stay connected through our hearts across the miles—may this walk for peace find a home in you.

May this peace bring you quiet joy. May it help you feel more connected to your own heart and bring out a natural kindness that flows easily to others.

And may the peace that grows inside you shine outward. May it touch your family, your neighbours, and everyone you meet, spreading warmth into the world we all share.

We offer this prayer with humble hearts, hoping that peace might bloom a little more brightly for everyone.

A Moment That Touched Many Hearts

During this morning’s walk, a deeply moving moment unfolded when a baby was gently carried alongside the monks. The sight sparked curiosity and emotion among many who witnessed it. This was not simply about the walk—it was a living expression of compassion, trust, and shared humanity. Carrying the baby symbolized that this journey is open to all, embracing even the most delicate life with care and kindness. Such moments remind us that peace is not just spoken about; it is practiced through mindful actions. In these quiet gestures of love and protection, the true meaning of peace becomes visible.

Children sleep peacefully because they are free from fear. By reconnecting with this inner innocence and purifying our thoughts, we can experience serenity in everyday life. There is beauty in every moment—we only need to notice it. 

May you and all beings be well, happy, and at peace.

 

"Walk for Peace"- nearly there !

 Only now, as the journey nears its end, has national media begun to notice. Some ask why it took so long for attention to arrive. But the monks never walked for attention. They walked so their message could arrive when hearts were ready to receive it.

A story from the walk

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A little girl walked up to Bhikkhu Pannakara with the purest request in the world —

“Can I have a hug?”

The monk smiled… and gently said no.

Not because he didn’t care.

Not because he was distant.

But because he was faithful to his path.

In the monastic life, there are clear vows. Monks do not touch women or girls — ever. It’s not personal, it’s discipline. It’s how they protect their practice, their clarity, and their commitment to a life of renunciation.

Seeing the little girl’s confusion, the monk softly asked,

“Who did you come with?”

She pointed proudly to her mother.

He laughed and said,

“Oh… you’re a female too!”

Then he noticed the father standing nearby. The monk lightly touched the dad’s arm — and just like that, the whole family leaned in together. A rule-respecting, heart-warming group hug happened anyway.

That’s the beauty of wisdom — it finds compassion within boundaries, not by breaking them.

This is something many people don’t realize:

Monks can’t always accept gifts

They can’t pose for one-on-one photos

They may say “no” even when their hearts say “yes”

And that “no” is not rejection.

It’s reverence — for their vows.

This is also why the Walk for Peace touches people so deeply.

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When monks walk silently through streets, they aren’t protesting, performing, or preaching. They’re reminding us — without words — that peace begins with restraint, humility, and presence. Their stillness unsettles something inside us… and then heals it.

People pause.

Hearts soften.

Egos quiet down.

And then there’s Aloka — walking alongside, doing what animals do best: loving without conditions, without rules, without ego. A rescued soul reminding humans how simple compassion really is.

Together — monks, the walk, and Aloka — create something rare: A moving lesson in humanity.

So if a monk ever refuses a hug, a photo, or a request — don’t take it personally.

Take it wisely.

Respect the journey.

Receive the lesson.

And let the peace walk with you long after they’ve passed.