On Love

Recently a very dear friend gifted me this book, The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, read the lines below.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted to say, in all my posts, all my life and this dude, could say that in 10 lines straight. Epic, isn’t it? These are what writers are made of, clarity in head, thought, action and words, they don’t beat around the bush like you and I do. Coming back, if you do not understand these lines please contact me and if you do and don’t get over-whelmed, fuck you. Go back to your daily dose of Big Boss and celebrate somebody else’s screwed existence and feel good about it, also, fuck you. 

But let there be space 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 the same 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 the 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.