“The Riddle”
The color of gold with none of the weight
The ever drinking thirst no sip can sate
What is the psyche that dreams of the brain?
What is the joy gotten only through pain?
It is the clay that grows, stands up and walks
the water that feeds roots, while tearing stalks
What is the last air exhaled from the corpse?
What is the fire that warms as it warps?
What is most divine, causes sin's worst strife?
The Elan Vital, Azoth, Odyle, Life!
Copyright Jarys Maragopoulos 2010
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