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"And what of Marriage, master?"
You were born
together, and together you shall be forevermore.
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,
Love one another,
but make not a bond of love.
Fill each other's
cup but drink not from one cup.
Sing and dance
together and be joyous,
Even as the strings
of a lute are alone
Give your hearts,
but not into each other's keeping.
And stand together,
yet not too near together.
And the oak tree
and the cypress
(From “The Prophet”, Khalil Gibran)
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