Friday, November 21, 2008

A Dash Of Truth While She's Watching Dora

I've got 5 minutes before Dora finds whatever the blazes she's looking for. I like the following poem by Kahil Gibran about kids. I think it's true.

Your Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons & 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 infinte, and
bends you with might that the arrows may go swift & far.

Lend your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness.

Phooey! Dora solved the mystery. Gotta go!

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