Rasa Poems - Poems about Rasa

You never knew you would make it till here, Rising above the sky was never a chance New beginnings don't end happily always A true fighter at all times stands on the ground Comfort never proved to be a true healer You never knew you would make it to the ground....

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monotonous pulsating perceptions of formal coherence in open-ended fantastical fragments in the hinterlands of ambivalence gaps hiatus lacunae errors &contradictons discarded then restored an eclectic mystery ...

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Ode for a Fortunate Infant Newborn: Smacked and Screaming — Hardly more than a new fact, A statistic Already forgetting The crush into Becoming. This “tabula rasa,” Kicking and flailing, Not yet swaddled or cradled, Held only by Fate In the first minutes of Destiny (unformed and...

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TABULA RASA A mystery, even to myself I’m not an ogre nor an elf Am I really a mouse that roared My soul still remains unexplored A mixture of thought and feelings Matured somewhat in my dealings Perhaps old wine that’s gently poured My soul still remains unexplored Enough of this hocus-pocus I might suffer from poor focus Yet when I looked down as I soared My...

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Children understand children no one else can. Adults are not equipped with that spotless white board that none have written upon. A bear cub knows it is protected if knows nothing more. Its mother must teach it, mold it into into a creature that can fight its way through the hard shell of this cracked world. Instruction by example and molding are two very different ways to teach. Children instinctively...

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It’s the awkward pause when I draw a blank. All the dreams I can’t recall. And those whispered tender mercies That don’t echo down the hall. It’s the lack of depth to the story’s plot; Not much drama after all these years. It’s the empty stare when I hear a song That used to always bring me tears. It’s forsaken anniversaries And birthdays...

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We are born we are consciou, we do not possess mind Mind is a work in progress of life. It builds through the days of experiencial time conscious’s right there, right there so sublime Tabula rasa not more then a lie A misunderstanding of conscious and mind. A magical, mystical, invisible battlement Prove of quantum physics entanglement A...

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tabula rasa when a child has no memory one can say clean slates, after a few days they pick up the basic like crying when hungry from there on we fill the baby with what we know a knowledge handed down from our parents, and the child when it learns to read believes without reflection what they are told must...

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No, my child, our soul is not a " tabula rasa" as some men of learning want to make us believe for our Lord has written on her volumes of His wisdom, that life's experience, helps us to retrieve! © Demetrios Trifiatis 27 January 2020 * Tabula rasa is the theory that our soul is a blank sheet of...

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A mind born, clear, clean, free without restriction, obligation, responsibility. A mind nourished, taught what it will surely be, taught of my environments, my person, my personalities and is molded, a duplicate of me. Along life’s way. a happening, a melding comes knocking at the door of the mind that is clear, clean, free, no restrictions, obligation, responsibility, that is a duplicate of...

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This house is empty without you though you've never been here to fill it. I thought it would help to find a place you have never touched. But all I am has been touched by you and there is nowhere to go. How can laughter echo through a place it has never sounded?...

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I'm me, in me, I'm Tabula, in mental corrode Desiring to be nurtured, to see my future road I'm me, in me, I'm fragments of where I should be My names Tabula Rasa Flux, and I should flow so free I've touched the stone, now I await through the night Knowing I was in their shadows end, to meet their...

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Page upon daunting page; Chaste white awaiting impression. A vast archive, consisting only Of untold stories, And unsung songs. From blank to blemished, Vision must fill the void. Meaning is born to idealism, And to intellect. Conception is the key. Emaciation is only cured When emancipation takes place. Endless possibilites are written, Upon the blank slate. Emptiness evokes evolution....

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Setting ground rules Mind tabulates Sorting rocks from emeralds One day the sky breaks- Tabula rasa!...

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I got my pen and paper after a quizzical ride I tried to squeeze my mind and set some work aside But nothing, nothing really effuses Not a single word fluidly oozes Weary as I slept not in yesternight Rummaging o'er jungles of paper stretched so tight Yet my passions surge and desires rise To...

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