[00:31, 415]Your children are not your children.
[00:38, 415]They’re the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
[00:45, 415]They come through you,
[00:48, 415]not from you,
[00:51, 415]though they are with you, yet they belong to themselves.
[00:58, 415]You may give them love but not your thoughts,
[01:05, 415]for they have thoughts of their own.
[01:11, 415]You may house their bodies not their souls,
[01:17, 415]for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
[01:24, 415]Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
[01:34, 415]Wo~~~~
[01:47, 415]You may strive to be like them,
[01:55, 415]but seek not to make them like you.
[02:01, 415]For life goes not backwards,
[02:08, 415]nor tarries with yesterday.
[02:14, 415]You are the bows from which your children
[02:21, 415]as living arrows are sent forth.
[02:28, 415]The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.
[02:34, 415]And he bends you with his might,
[02:41, 415]that his arrows may go swift and far.
[02:50, 415]Wo~~~~
[03:17, 415]Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
[03:24, 415]For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable.
[03:31, 415]Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
[03:37, 415]For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable.