This and that and this...
On Children - Kahlil Gibran
Wed, September 26, 2007 - 5:13 PMbut I don't suppose you need to have kids for this to touch your heart
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And a woman who held a babe against
her bosom said, speak to us of children.
And he said:
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 our 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.
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Wed, September 26, 2007 - 5:31 PM
the greater is the spawn
A more hopeful and beautiful vision of the relationship between parent and child I have not heard.
Thank you in metta, awno |
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Wed, September 26, 2007 - 5:45 PM
I definitely need to remember this, next time Fiona has a complete meltdown because she left her Pokemon cards on the coffee table. ;)
xoxo |
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Thu, September 27, 2007 - 9:50 AM
ah. the prophet...
This is one of my favorite from Kahlil. I actually gave it to my mom when I was a teenager. I love the feeling of "let our bending in the archers bows.... be for gladness"... mmmm such richness... your baby is so beautiful. |
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Mon, November 26, 2007 - 11:19 AM
thans for this
I sent this to my mother.
She was moved. This is beautiful. Thank you once again. Loves |
