“ Honey-sweet”:  words redolent of  gentle fulfilment and serenity. The last reading I shared from an Indian Vedic ceremony described the new marital state with these words.Milk, honey, wine, dates are all symbols of plenty, celebration, wholeness and gratitude. These two poems, one form Rumi, and one, anonymous, from Ancient Egypt, are stunning in their simplicity:This LoveThis love is as good as oil and honey to the throat as linen to the body, as fine garments to the gods, as incense to worshippers when they enter in, as the little seal-ring to my finger. It is like a ripe pear in a man’s hand, it is like dates we mix with wine, it is like seeds the baker adds to bread. We will be together even when old age comes. And the days in between will be food set before us, daes and honey, bread and wine.This Marriage – RumiThis marriage be wine with halvah, honey dissolving in milk. This marriage be the leaves and fruit of a date tree. This marriage be women laughing together for days on end. This marriage, a sign for us to study. This marriage, beauty. This marriage, a moon in a light blue sky. This marriage, this silence fully mixed with spirit.