No Tabula Rasa

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




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?

2 thoughts on “No Tabula Rasa

  1. 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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  2. 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. : )


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