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“And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.”
And he said:
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 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.”
(From “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran – Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer, 1883–1931)
This picture was shot at sunrise along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
It was at that peculiar hour when the holy waters melt in gold and silver.
People then await the day to answer their expectations.
I wonder what would be my expectation of life if I was born there, like this boy who looks any son or daughter of the Eternal city…