And a woman holding a baby on her chest saying, talk to us about the child.


And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are children who long for life itself.

They are born through you but not from you.

Though they are with but they are not yours.

In them you can give your love but not your thoughts.

Because they have a mind of their own.

You can lay off their bodies, but not their souls.

Because the souls that live in the house of tomorrow, which you can never go though in a dream.

You could be like them, but do not try to make them like you.

Because life does not go backward nor in the past.

You are the bows where your son into arrows that life was launched.

The archer was aiming toward eternity, and he stretching with his strength, so that the arrows that can glide fast and far.

Make the pull of the archer’s hand as joy.

Because when he loves the arrows are flying, so he also loves the bow that has been rolling out fast with all his strength.

(From ‘Love, beauty, silence’)

~ Kahlil Gibran ~