Month: February 2026

It is time

I gaze into the glow of a blank screen,
listening to voices dripping venom,
men in masks spitting hate
as unseen puppeteers tug the strings…
violence dispensed like cheap candy,
their mouths snapping open
like machines built only to wound.

And yet
beyond that darkness,
the people gather.
They rise in quiet reverence,
a hush that holds more power
than any shouted threat.

I watch the monks
reach the end of their long walk,
a pilgrimage carved in bare feet and prayer,
a walk for peace
that has brushed against thousands of hearts
and left them trembling awake.

We stand with them…
hands clasped,
souls yearning,
hoping their gentle wisdom
might shift the tides,
open the eyes long sealed by fear,
send a wave of love
sweeping across a land
torn open by ignorance
and stitched with lies.

Our nation’s cloth
hangs shredded in the wind.
And still…
we hold the edges,
refusing to let it all come apart.

It is time to turn the page
before the snake slithers out
and consumes the fragile hope
we’ve just lifted from the hat.

Can hope rise above this?
Can peace be nurtured
in soil scorched by division?
Can its roots dig deep enough
to cradle the lost
as they stumble after false prophets
into the yawning abyss?

Can we survive this season?
Rebuild what was broken?
Learn again to love our neighbor
without trembling in our own doorway?

Can we silence the tidal wave of lies,
the loud, empty rhetoric
that poisons minds
and sells fear
to those desperate to belong
even if belonging means
bowing to power,
forsaking truth,
forgetting the dignity
of honest labor
and the humility of shared struggle?

Yes.
But only if we choose it.
Only if we step forward now…
not in rage,
but in courage.

Only if we admit
that change is not coming
unless we become it.

It is time.

Time to rise.
Time to rebuild.
Time to reclaim the heart
that beats beneath this fractured nation
and remind it
softly, fiercely
what it was made for:

Love.
Peace.
And one another.

May all beings suffering find and end to that suffering and peace. ☮️🕊️🙏🏼 J

No More!

Listen
the streets are humming with a truth too loud to bury.
A rising drumbeat
from the soles of the people
who finally say:

No.
More.

We won’t carry this poison in our lungs anymore.
We won’t swallow injustice like it’s the cost of living.

We rise
linked arm to arm,
heart to heart
a single force moving forward,
a single flame refusing to go out.

A force for peace.
A force for fairness.
A force that whispers equality
and roars it, too.

No more heavy hand of the man.
No more blood running down streets
where children should be playing.
No more brothers of color
treated as less than sacred.
No more stolen bodies, stolen futures,
stolen names.

No more.
Say it until the sky memorizes us.

We stand
unbowed,
unbroken,
a force to be reckoned with.

We refuse your threats.
We refuse your silence.
We refuse to pretend
we don’t see the wound
when the whole nation is bleeding.

In silence we gather
but never in fear.
Non-violent,
but never weak.
Our voice carries the weight
of those who were never allowed to speak.

Your guns are your courage
you cowards.
Your masks are your shields
thin fabric to hide the fear
of a world waking up.

Because we are growing.
We are rising.
We are finding strength in each other
in unity,
in compassion,
in the simple truth
that love is the greatest rebellion.

Strength for the weak.
A voice for the unheard.
A wall against tyranny.

This country may be divided,
but the people
the people are finding their power.

And together,
with our feet planted in the earth,
with fire in our throats,
we speak the words
that no regime can smother:

NO MORE.