Friday, August 01, 2008

ca sa nu uitam!

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.
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 our 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

Kahlil Gibran, On children

Iar o femeie care purta un prunc in brate spuse:
"Vorbeste-ne despre Copii."
Si el glasui:
"Copii vostri nu sunt copii vostrii.
Ei sunt fiii si fiicele dorului Vietii de ea insasi indragostita.
Ei voi prin voi, dar nu din voi,
Si, desi sunt cu voi, ei nu sunt ai vostri.
Puteti sa le dati dragostea, nu insa si gandurile voastre,
Fiindca ei au gandurile lor.
Le puteti gazdui trupul, nu insa si sufletul,
Fiindca sufletele lor locuiesc in casa zilei de maine, pe care voi nu o puteti vizita nici chiar in vis.
Puteti nazui sa fiti ca ei, dar nu cautati sa-i faceti asemeni voua,
Pentru ca viata nu merge inapoi, nici zaboveste in ziua de ieri.
Voi sunteti arcul din care copiii vostri, ca niste sageti vii, sunt azvarliti.
Pe drumul nesfarsirii Arcasul vede tinta si cu puterea Lui va incordeaza, astfel ca sagetile-I sa poata zbura iute si departe.
Si puterea voastra, prin mana Arcasului, sa va aduca bucurie,
Caci, precum El iubeste sageata calatoare, tot la fel iubeste si arcul cel statornic."
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