Birth Of Paradox

At last, the fruits of my labor.

The assortment of produce is tender, sweet, patient, divine.

I feel rare, as a sacred gem - becoming; unearthed by universal intention.

Emotion and intuition spilling from me, yet my cup does not empty.

Dreams I never would have dreamt from a wilted spirit, now coming into vision as I align with my womanhood. Rerouted to compassion - I am at ease.

I release control, but I accept my responsibility. A promise to the people, my ode to the rise & fall cast on the horizon. It's ironic how the silhouette of mountains in the east seem like the edge of tomorrow, only if I could reach the peak I would witness the future. Or, maybe the sun & moon kissing out of sight from Earth. Their ancient love story fulfilled in secret.

I know, I cannot reach for tomorrow - it would melt in the texture of sand between my fingertips. I could not catch it in my cup, tomorrow is a fantasy - a gift of possibility.

Yesterday, stands as a chapter to an autobiography that I cannot recall starting.

Today, I am dreaming of tomorrow.

Pandora's box, how do I relieve myself of this paradox?