No tabula rasa
From womb to breast
Worry or silent quietude
Special trick?
Genetic sleight of hand?
We are the fool audience
Wide eyed
Wildly applauding
Unseen force
Even may it only be a cog
Have we only just come
From the other shore
Of a longer, shorter, sweeter, or more bitter
Force of life?
The universe opening to us
And we beg it to supply
The answer we so ardently seek
No tabula rasa
The crowd falls into a hush
And we know not what face we look upon
Gods?
Goddesses?
Ours?
We know only
That we live
Explanation: If there is no tabula rasa (which I firmly believe is the case), where do our personalities and proclivities originate? Nurture only plays a limited role in the womb. It doesn’t seem plausible that it could make one child simply impatient from the second they are born, and another as calm as a summer lake. Perhaps these things are expressed in our genes. Perhaps we have lived a life before this one.
What would it even mean if these sort of things were simply an expression of genes?
What do you think?
theherdlesswitch 
I believe we reincarnate…and as a consequence, I believe in past lives. I feel like we come into being with some sort of understanding that develops as we age and makes us who we are…but I also believe that who we are is mutual and not set in stone. So…no, I don’t believe in the “blank slate” either, but I do believe that each life is a fresh and new experience. Lovely poem. 😀
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thanks Elune! I also believe in reincarnation, and though I sometimes feel like people will think I’m crazy, I believe I recall snippets of my past lives.
But as the universe opens to us, sometimes it leaves us with questions. : )
Meno
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