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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.

It doesn't interest me what

you do for a living. I want

to know what you ache for

and if you dare to dream the

meaning of your hearts

longing.

It doesn't interest me how

old you are. I want to know

if you will risk looking like a

fool,

for love,

for your dream,

for the adventure of being

alive.

It doesn't interest me what

planets are squaring your moon,

I want to know if you have

touched

the center of your own sorrow,

if you have been opened by

life's betrayals, or have become

shriveled and closed from fear

of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit

with pain, mine or your own,

without moving to hide it,

or fade it,

or fix it.

I want to know if you can be

with joy, mine or your own,

if you can dance the wildness

and let the ecstacy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and

toes, without cautioning us to be

careful, to be realistic,

to remember the limitation of

being human.

It doesn't interest me if the

story you are telling me is true,

I want to know if you can

disappoint another to be true

to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation

of betrayal and not betray your

own soul, if you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see

beauty, even when it is

not pretty,

everyday, and if you can source

your own life from it's presence.

I want to know if you can live

with failure,

yours and mine, and still

stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the

moon, YES!

It doesn't interest me to know

where you live,

or how much money you

have. I want to know if you can

get up after a night of grief

and despair,

weary and bruised to the

bone, and do what needs to be

done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you

know or how

you came to be here,

I want to know if you will stand

in the center of the fire with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or

what or with whom you have

studied, I want to know what

sustains you from the inside

when all else fails.

I want to know if you can be

alone with yourself and if

you truly like the company

you keep in the empty moments.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer