Poems
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 Kahil Gibran
What would you like little one?
I want to play with the wind and chase the butterflies!
What would you like little one?
I want to laugh and see a world of light!
What else would you like little one?
I would like to be comforted and gently put asleep.
Is there anything else that you would like little one?
I would like to be cuddled and have beautiful dreams.
What would you like to dream about little one?
I want to dream that I am chasing butterflies in the wind
And that nothing will trouble me!
What else would you like to dream about little one?
I want to dream that I am smiling to everyone
And that everyone is enjoying themselves!
What other dreams would you like to have little one?
I would like to dream that there are no obstacles in my way
And that I walk without any effort.
Is there anything else that you would like to dream about little one?
I would like to dream that wickedness and fear do not exist at all.
Sleep well little one
Your dreams have come true
Sleep well little one
No one will trouble you
Sleep well little one
Mother is looking after you.
Meenakshi Pujari
I have reached the inner vision,
And through Thy Spirit in me
I have heard Thy wondrous secret.
Through Thy mystic insight Thou hast caused
A spring of knowledge to well up within me,
A fountain of power, pouring forth living waters,
A flood of love and of all embracing wisdom,
Like the splendour of eternal light.
From the Book of Hymns of The Dead Sea Scrolls