El Maestro habló de los niños
Tomado de "El Profeta", de Khalil Gibran, poeta Libanés (1883 - 1931)
"Háblanos de nuestros hijos"
Y el Profeta bienamado dijo:
"Tus hijos no son tus hijos
son los hijos de la vida y
del deseo de perpetuarse.
Es verdad que están aquí
porque llegan a través tuyo,
pero no vienen de ti
Permanecen a tu lado,
pero no te pertenecen.
Les das tu amor,
pero no puedes darles tus pensamientos.
Puedes proteger sus cuerpos,
pero no sus almas.
Sus almas habitan una casa
que te está vedada aun para tus sueños:
la casa del porvenir.
Puedes parecerte a ellos,
pero no intentes hacerlos a tu semejanza.
Porque la vida no retrocede
ni se entretiene con el ayer.
Vosotros sois el arco
Vosotros sois el arco
desde el que vuestros hijos
como flechas vivas son lanzados.
El arquero ve el blanco
El arquero ve el blanco
en el camino del infinito,
y él te dobla con Su poder
para que Sus flechas vayan veloces y lejanas.
Deja que tu flexión en la mano del arquero
Deja que tu flexión en la mano del arquero
sea para la alegría;
Porque así como él ama la flecha que vuela,
Porque así como él ama la flecha que vuela,
así ama también el arco que es estable.
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.
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Children
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.
Tomado de http://leb.net/mira/
Mmmmm, hasta ahora creo que nunca me había visto a mí misma como una flecha...
ResponderEliminarEs cierto, pero la vamos aprendiendo poco a poco...Mi blanco sera la felicidad, la prosperidad, la salud, la alegría, la paz de corazón, la sabiduría....mis flechas serán dadas en el blanco :):)
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