You were born together and together you shall be for evermore
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God
But let there be spaces in your togetherness
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
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 one cup
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
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 and the cypress grow not in each others shadow.
From The Prophet by Kahil Gibran.