Thursday, April 02, 2009

the path of the infinite...


How it was that I knew... I could never explain to another.

How did I know; while still a girl child; that I would one day become a mother? I can only write that I did know this.

How did I know; in advance; that the experience of motherhood would prove to be an indescribable and profound path chosen by my soul? I can only write that I did know this.

How can I explain to a another that the first time I read the words of Kahlil Gibran on children, it took my breath away...

Would you believe me if I wrote that I felt certain that he had somehow violated the sanctity of my brain; secretly stolen my thoughts and then proceeded to write them down and publish them as his own?

It matters not whether you believe me or not; or even if you have ever experienced the love felt by a mother for her children.

What does matter; in my humble opinion; is that all of us... at the very least; attempt to understand the great value held in the opportunity to love another being and to be loved by another.

The souls that cross our paths clothed in flesh can serve as dynamic opportunities that have manifested into physical form. What we make of this and how we choose to act when these opportunities present themselves - are the events... that life and learning are birthed from.

May the destinies of the arrows inspire us all to fly and may the bows serve us well.

On Children

by 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.

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