Your children are not your possession.
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 they do not belong 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.”
– Khalil Gibran
Dedicated to my own beloved daughter and son, conceived and born together as sibling soulmates.
My beloved ones, known to me before this earthly plane of existence, and yet you both were there on other side when I died.
For as I passed through you both as light and energy, my DNA separated from yours.
All dazzling in the brilliance of beautiful and loving light, I am comforted in knowing we’re all on the same path, not together but in the same direction. My cherished ones, your mother loves you.