The Rawness of Authenticity
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How to describe
This Rawness?
It stems out and siezes all
It starts in the belly
Moves to the heart
And then to my astonishment
Comes down
Down
Down
Into
The warm womb
Raw Raw Raw
Earthy
Deep
It bellows
It growls
It is the Raw Strength
A power I cannot speak of
I can only FEEL!!
Lableless it presents itself
Only this way can I really see
Authentically
In acute rawness
It sings to me
It orders me
It knows me
It guides me
Leads me
To the Trueness
Aaah...
I delve into IT!
It's the Still, Swirling Spiral of Earthy Reality
That branches out of the womb
Of the gut
Its raging roots rush down into
The soil of soils
Never-reaching
Neverending
The Rawness knows itself
I look into the murky mirror of unconsious oblivion
And I see a clarity
A raw clarity that has no label
No explanation
And in that mirrored mystery
All murkiness dissipates
What's left?
The Rawness of Authenticity
YES!
Aaah...
