The mind of man is originally a blank slate
“Tabula rasa” philosophers call it;
A Latin word describing a state of bareness, plainness or complete emptiness.
This is the state in which man was born;
We were all born knowing nothing,
Having no idea of who we are or who we are created to be.
Our mental registry was at record zero;
In this empty state we began to grow.
Learning about the world into which we have come;
Learning about the society to which we belong;
But most importantly, learning about ourselves.
None of us can claim to be born already knowing ourselves.
For our knowledge came through our experience-our perception;
Not through our impression or our intuition. No!
Our experience began from the time we were born;
And it does not end until we’ve reached our end.
It is a learning process that began from our cradle;
From the voices we hear and the lessons we get.
This is the reality of the endless journey towards self-discovery
The quest towards knowing ourselves
But sadly, many have lost themselves in this quest
Many have accepted a tainted view of who they are or what they think they are
Chewing and swallowing crazy trends
Believing whatever the society throws at them
Chasing phantoms, believing fallacies and fairy tales
You see, some have resorted to astronomy to discover themselves
Analyzing the stars and thinking Zodiac signs hold answers
But these are merely exercise in futility
And they only lead us to our stupidity
See, the reality is simply this:
To discover ourselves we must look back to our Genesis-Our beginning.
And if our beginning is “Tabula rasa”-meaning blank slate
Then the only one qualified to tell us who we are is our creator-our originator
Not our social media comments or our peers
Not the lines on our palm or the stars in the sky
Not some men with grey beards and fancy look.
For we are all mere creatures of dust
And our flesh’s end is merely food for worms
Our knowledge is limited by our experience
Our intellect is insufficient, our wisdom inadequate
But the truth is simply this:
Our soul is eternal and this is what matters
Our soul is restless until it finds rest in our creator
This is our revelation
The essence of our creation
The greatest cause of all time
The greatest quest of all seasons
And so, we must decide from today
Rather than get carried away
Searching for answers on pages of magazines
And articles on the internet
We must direct our soul to the direction to our soul’s creator
our origin, our God.
We cannot afford to allow vain things confuse us anymore
We must stand firm and fight vanities
Never allowing it to be registered on our blank slate
For only our creator can give us the answer that we need.
So we must seek him in truth
We must walk in his ways and stick to his light
For he alone has the principles that our soul needs.
And when this phantom of life comes to conclusion.
We who seek him in spirit and in truth will be with our creator
And upon our tabula rasa will be imprinted our true essence.
(Poetry by Joseph Martin Alex)