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|The Bow and Arrow|
|08/12/01 at 10:45:59|
A poem that doubles my heartbeat.
by Khalil Ghibran
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 they thought they are with you,
Yet they do not belong to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have your own thoughts,
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tommorrow,
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 for which your children as living arrows sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
And he bends you with his might that his arrows might 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.
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