I am not a cup
half empty
I am fully complete.
My cup has been
poured into and filled.
I am overflowing
like a spring.
Now I have enough to spread.
I will pour myself
into others.
Filling their cups
flowing forever.
I will create a
stepped waterfall
in all directions.
I will teach my ways,
so others will flow
into others.
Our web of connections
slowly expanding.
We will pass the torch
and spread our flames.
We will grow outwards
like branches to the sky.
Forever flowing.
Forever pouring into others.
Never half empty again.

This poem is about: 
My community


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