Transcend
transcend fame
there is more beyond the sound
of the clapping hands
transcend even your way
of looking at yourself
for when you begin to close your eyes
and even be blind
with what you can see
it is at this moment
when you begin to see what everyone
has not ever seen
it is everything now
not something not someone
not where not when
not what and not even why
wonder and wonder and keep
wondering
that is the start and the beginning
and there
there is no time even
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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