On children...
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
2 Comments:
I find the first line rather alarming!:-)
Very sweet one! so true.
Looking through the eyes of the unborn,
life looks so different from the outside.
Irony, that each of us were in there, inhabitants of the first world. The inner world with just one citizen.
The minute they enter into our world, as parents as grand parents mamas and the lot try to make them like us! We forget our humble beginnings happened a similar way.
Well articulated. Excellent
On a lighter vein... the bows and arrows of course do auger well for this baby for a Sagitrrian that it is. Hail the Sagittarians!
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