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.

- , from "On "

@lj_writes @Mayana @ljwrites Thank you so much for (re)sharing this! :BlobCatHeart:

It reminded me of this beautiful musical setting by Sweet Honey in the Rock

@Mayana @ljwrites I did not know that it was only part of the poem used on that track though, so I looked the rest up and it's so beautiful! I love the image & metaphor of the bow & arrow.

@petrichor @ljwrites Wow, it really is!
The archer likely stands for a god of some sort, which my stubborn atheist brain disapproves of. But while the poem arrives at the message through a different path, it is still in the end the same message, and I love and agree with it.
Edit: fixing typo.

@Mayana @petrichor @ljwrites the whole 'The Prophet' is beautiful like that. one of my dearest books.

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