Tales Of Men & Women by Stone Riley www.stoneriley.com Website Edition © 2007 by Stone Riley, all rights reserved
Gorgon
a riddle poem
She who brings us each to birth and feeds us each on one another's flesh and so devours us all;
She whose flesh our flesh must therefore surely be;
She from whom our yearnings have all sprung;
She whom each of us must therefore either vainly seek to flee by some false magic trick of not thinking or else acknowledge as the inmost holy ground of being;
She whose waking was the tumult of the universe, whose glance ignited stars, whose hand outflung the teaming galaxies which in each trembling particle yet sing her song;
She whose thoughts we think, whose way of seeing fills our eyes, whose beauty is all beauty and all fear;
She who frames all hope and destiny;
She is reality.