On ChildrenYour 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 cannotvisit, 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 bendsyou 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 table