“My love for you only develops,
I cannot contain those feelings, hard as I try,
My body responds to you, I am an instrument,
And you are the virtuoso performer.
Our hearts are tuned, to play a melody,
So sweet – others who hear the song are uplifted.
We harmonize and love pours into a beautiful masterpiece.” LB
“Love sits right on the edge of all that you reject.”
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. ~ Kahlil Gibran
The deeper that sorrow carves into us, the more joy we can contain. ~Kahlil Gibran
I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain and soul.
There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust. ~ Rumi