That Selfless Beginning..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is nothing
no one is original

some are true, but
most are fake

everything are echoes
echoing echoes

you will notice all
these repetitions when

you are about to lose
your voice

your life, your marks
everything

what makes all these
new again?

how you see them
how you feel them back

to the arms of your mind
to the hands of your heart


one is repeated
but your view is not

that awe and wonder
that selfless beginning