Friday, March 14, 2008

Children

For J and J: both of whom recently welcomed joyful additions to their families:

"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 which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer seeks 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."


... The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

4 comments:

Lampu said...

The Prophet will always remind me of Annapurna. It was love at first read. I was drifting on a boat down the river, lying down with the view of the sky as I read him.
Strange ah. How we will never forget the details of the day we fall.... :)

TheHoopoe said...

In the beauty of watching the sky and floating on a river, the reminder of our fall is a wake-up call for our rise.

We fall and we rise, yet again and again.

If we don't remember how we fall, we will never be able to have its closure - ie, overcoming it and rise even higher next :)

It is all of the stories of our journeys :)

Anonymous said...

Thank u for this entry, I will work towards the, "What do they do when I am not around?"..... rather than "What do they do when I am around."

TheHoopoe said...

WhenYouAreAlone,

That I think is the ultimate formula ... :)