I would like to personally welcome you all back to Father Faction. It has been an incredible ride over the past year. I have moved from Englewood NJ, relocated to Santa Fe New Mexico, had a homebirth of a healthy baby girl named Hahnah, soaked in hot springs on the banks of the Rio Grande, met some extremely cool people, moutain climbed, washed my hair in the river....Let's just say a whole lot of firsts this year.
I want to thank everyone who has liked us and followed us in our hiatus. So now, I would like to get some opinions on this poem that has been circulating and getting a good response. Personally, from an ideal perspective, I totally get it. From a "world we live in" perspective I work to apply the essence of the poem. What do you think? Can it work? What does it mean to you?
CHILDREN ARE NOT POSSESSIONS
Your children are not your children;
They are the sons and daughters life
longing for itself
They come through you but not from you,
Though they are with you they're not possessions
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 live in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, even in your dreams
You may strive to to be like them,
But seek not to make them like you
For life goes backward and lingers not with yesterday
You are the bows from which your children,
As living arrows are cast forth
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the Infinite,
And God Himself fills you with His Might that His
Arrows may go swift and far
Kahlil Gibran
They are the sons and daughters life
longing for itself
They come through you but not from you,
Though they are with you they're not possessions
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 live in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, even in your dreams
You may strive to to be like them,
But seek not to make them like you
For life goes backward and lingers not with yesterday
You are the bows from which your children,
As living arrows are cast forth
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the Infinite,
And God Himself fills you with His Might that His
Arrows may go swift and far
Kahlil Gibran
