THE PROPHET
Love one another
But make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea
Between the shores of your souls
Fill each other's cup
But drink not from the same cup
Sing and dance together and be joyous
But let each one of you be alone
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
Though they quiver with the same music
Give your hearts
But not into each other's keeping
For only the hand of life
Can contain your hearts
And stand together
Yet not too near together
For the pillars of the temple stand apart
And the oak tree and the cypress
Grow not in each other's shadow.
By Kahlil Gibran.
