The Dividing Line Between Father and Son

THE DIVIDING LINE OF FATHER AND SON My son, my only son, my beautiful son Where was that dividing line that separated son from father, you from me? And let an unwise imagination overwhelm our common sense Do you still have a sense of the line? between connection and disconnection of my father’s love and your dissatisfaction? The bane of continued filial disaffection But necessary, I presume, for the son to grow and mature reality embodies the will to live and be loved but maybe not from an over protective father especially if the father’s love is all consuming Sometimes a father’s love chokes the son beyond gall destroying the essence of a father’s intentions in the process but such is life, the old philosopher says life carries on but better without fatherly burdens on a son’s back Life is elegant, generous and beautiful when embraced by a father’s love as is sublime aweness of supreme spirituality though irrational it’s difficult to define but you can sense the beauty of it though hard to put your finger on A sense of beauty in the love that can’t be explained only lived to appreciate, to feel and needed to move forward a forward thrust in the world to mature and perhaps gain wisdom needed for posterity for fathers and sons to grow closer