Authenticity

Where is this

Authenticity to

Spring from,

Newly minted

Freshly born,

Skin wrinkled fresh

And ruddy?

Is it perhaps here

All along and yet

Buried 'neath

The life and its

Living and its

Wash and its

Spinning and yet

Wondering what is

Bringing anon.

To hold true to

The fire that is

Revealed, to aspire

To a Truth to a

Wisdom to a Life.