The Glass is not half empty
Nor is it half full
It is simply awaiting its fate,
Always Held in someone else's hands.
And Then I Saw.
And Found That I had Loved.
And My Cup is Always Full.
Even When It Overflows,
It's Sides Will Never Empty.
There is no top nor bottom,
Only that which is held in between,
The source and keeper
Of all and every thing.
6/2018
"There is no top nor bottom
(to my Love or Heart)
Only that which is held in between
(It is a bottomless swelling spring without end)
The source and keeper
Of all and every thing"