September 19, 2015


The poem below was penned a few years ago and can be found in my book Thoughts From A Contemplative Beast: The Paradigm Shift For The New Millennium. It is more relevant than ever.

Faithfully yours,

Sheila Banks


Foxes have holes to hide in,
but the awakened ones must see,
the multitudes of hollow humans
suffering and wandering aimlessly.

Birds of the air have nests
but the compassionate ones
have no such place to rest.

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September 8, 2015

Thy Kingdom Come and Make It Snappy

"Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me;
 and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me."
                                                                                                              Mark 9:37, Jesus Christ  

It truly is uplifting to finally see the stirring of some wide-spread compassion for the refugees flooding into Europe. Admittedly it took the photograph of a dead toddler as flotsam to get the ball really rolling. But, I guess that is what it takes to wake up human primates. At least now there is some political will to address the crisis. Even in my own country the present government's turtle-pace processing of refugee claims has become a hot election issue.

I know some of my own inaction has had its roots in the erroneous belief that the big shots at the United Nations are on to it. Somehow I thought that this conglomerate of countries would come up with a plan and get the people across the globe to carry it out. I must have been dreaming; the sea of humanity doesn't get consensus on much these days. There isn't any reason to think that those humans in the UN are any different than the rest of us yelping primates.

Nevertheless, this stirring of world-wide compassion has given a glimmer of hope. It is proof positive that we can purposely expand our species' capacity for cooperation. We can honor our interconnectedness. It is in this evolutionary sense then, that little Aylan in his death has been of the highest service to humankind. May his sweet soul rest in eternal peace. 

Faithfully yours,

Sheila Banks

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