Daniel Indrupati: Why go up in smoke?

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Why go up in smoke?

As the swirling smoke
Slowly ascends
The smoldering stick
Blazes bright in defiance

Prisoner! Prisoner!
Flimsy threads of fog
Temptingly dance around
Shackling men; women too

A playful mate
To charming drinks
A naughty chum to
Profane and sneaky kinks;

Stings like a scorpion
Spinning red to purple
Scalds like a fire
Squelching men with desire

Break free! Break free!
Inner soul cries
Perseverant frame
Bursts out from shackled core.

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'On the Children' by Khalil Gribran

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.