Home Sick

Have you ever been homesick 

For things that are forever past

For things that are not meant to last?

The soul turns loose

The mind holds fast

To things that never last. 

Have you ever been homesick

To see a face, to hear a voice 

Things of the past 

That never last.

Have you ever been homesick

For a place in time

For that moment past

That you thought would last

For that moment held dear

For that voice, that face

For a day in time

Which would be the last .

Understanding

We think we want to be understood, however do we really want others to understand us? If they truly understood us then surely they can enslave us with this knowing, this understanding. Is it then understanding we want or is it someone to sit in silence with us not knowing, only being with us in our solitude?

The Child

“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.

—Gibran