Walk Like the Monk
Like millions across America, and the far wider circle of people watching from a distance, I’ve been moved by the monks walking. Their pilgrimage for peace, loving kindness, and compassion doesn’t ask for agreement or belief. It doesn’t persuade. It simply appears. And something in us responds.
We feel it before we understand it.
There is a quiet permission that arises. A willingness to let turmoil, sadness, and fear surface without being managed or explained. Something is cleansed simply by witnessing a single form placing one foot in front of the other. Nothing dramatic. No spectacle. Just presence in motion.
It may be worth slowing down enough to really look. At each monk. Each step. Each ordinary crossing of a street. And to remember something essential.
There is no other.
The monks are not an exception to what is possible. They are a living example. They are not demonstrating a spiritual specialty, rather they are reminding us of what is already intact within us, and they invite us back to our own pristine vessel of peace.
Their walking asks something practical of us, to become more attentive to how we move through the human world. How we navigate noise, fear, and judgment. How we speak. How we listen. How we respond and how we don’t.
Across time, sages, sadhus, and holy people have pointed to the same truth in countless ways. The message has never changed.
These acts are not meant to be only admired. They are meant to be lived.
May I, then, walk like the monk, for there is no better time than this.
To walk like the monk does not mean leaving the world. It means I practice entering it differently. I remain committed to holding two things at once. I walk the roads of duality and separation while resting in the deeper knowing that none of it is truly separate.
May I move through a world organized around “other,” while knowing there is no other. May I cease needing evidence that I am safe, or proof that I belong. May I let go of the need for outer confirmation that I matter, that I am worthy, resilient, or capable.
And may I also cease the collection of bindings that grow in the ancient gardens of excuses, and the ones who harvest them.
No identity, no matter how carefully I have constructed or defended it, can purchase what is already true, within me is the monk who walks for peace, kindness, compassion.
The walking does not require perfection. It requires remembrance.
May I remember to walk through worry, illness, degradation, and conflict. May I find myself near the appearance of battlefields and still lean in with a compassionate heart. May I bind wounds and soothe fear. May I remember not to absorb the world’s terror as my identity.
May I remember to walk like the monk.
Not because I am becoming something new, but because I am remembering what I have always been.


"I walk the roads of duality and separation while resting in the deeper knowing that none of it is truly separate." - This is certainly not easy. Especially not easy in times when we seem so divided on all sorts of issues: religion, race, politics, etc. But it is worth trying for sure and thank You for pointing to it! Beautiful piece of writing.
This is really lovely, David. You write so well.