False Alarm

The celebration for life is too soon. It's a false alarm. Negative. Meaning there's nothing. Nada. Nada. Nada.

On Children

It's been a while since I posted something here. There have been a lot of developments in my life though seeing that there is a virtue or wisdom in practicing action through inaction I took my time doing a lot of things by doing nothing.

Nevertheless, I cannot find any other fitting poetic lines from mine that this poem by Khalil Gibran says. Fit for what is Now, the moment. Lil Feather, love you both. :-). +!!!!! na talaga?

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

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.