Ode To My Son

Son, these words of my heart will neither come out of pity nor will go down the wind nor, again, will build any city. But lend me your ears, baby, and listen to what an old man can say despite the rods of men. Live up to your own ambitions. Keep your heart alive and your mind working with honor and passion. Take this over from my heart that has suffered for so long. Son, There is always a good thing to think of and to do instead of fruitless tarrying. Let not the cold world affect you and do its worst. there is always something good to be done against it. Son, be careful of those people who call themselves your friends, your enemies are known. They both have not become what they have become only because the mind, without the heart, sees differences and builds on them obstacles to divide rather than unite. They used, it is gone now, to be your friends and the circle the circle is open and far from full. Son, When the light and the sun rays are leaving, remember to perceive the natural attitude and substance of daffodils and innocent flowers. Hide your tears, baby, from men and let them fall alone to freshen the sight of your eyes and vision. Open your inward eyes of Earth and Eden. Son, Be always on the move and fear not the elements of submission and contrition. The light is coming in and love is all around you. Fear them no more. Bring yourself to accept your destiny and look at the horizons of your heart to improve your tools and feel the power of patience and reap the harvest of resistance. So much depends on them, so much depends on you. Have time to work, son, and have time to play. Seek to be simple and look up at the sunny sphere without a pair of glasses Your eyes are for Earth and Eden Keep them pure and undefeated. But see !! When the rain comes as it will in autumn and spring, summer and winter, son, don't rush to get an umbrella and cover your head like many of them would do and would not. You already have more than it your smile can make it and the flowers around you will make it and come along to live with you and teach you how to be yourself and be one sunny day, to your sons and daughters, little son, the father my father has never been for me. Chokri Omri " L'amour a besoin des yeux, comme la pensée a besoin de la mémoire. "