Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Remembering Gibran and Edsa Dos

Wrote my mother a letter with this... after I proudly made a stand against their don't-join-street-rallies policy. Feeling nationalista, nasan naman ako ngayon? Haha! With my own daughter now, I cringe at the thought... one day, she may just find Gibran and send me this letter too. I'm ready, I think. Ok, no. Not yet. Not just freaking yet.

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 to-morrow, 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 infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may 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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