Here is a poem by my dear friend and sister in heart Lissa Chakir

The Cup

 cup half empty or cup half full
the cup itself most important or all
it fills and spills and fills again
the greatest treasure, never owned
in truth it is the holy grail
always an arms length away 
its the only path that cannot fail

polished with time, never old
the cup of love shines like gold

Safi/Lissa