Your children, Khalil Gibran

 Your children are not your children,
are sons and daughters of life,
ringing on its own
They come through you, not you,
and although they are with you,
they don't belong to you.
You can give them your love,
but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.
You can shelter their bodies,
but not their souls,
for their souls reside in the house of tomorrow,
that you can't visit, even in dreams.
[...]
You are the bow of which your children
like live arrows, they are fired.
May your inclination, in the hand of the archer,
be for JOY.

 

Ver también: Los Hijos en este mismo bloc

© Text, Kahlil Gibran

© Imatge Marta, publicat Biblioteca Publica Beja.