Tabula rasa has been born once again,
Tabula rasa is awaiting life.
Tabula rasa looks for knowledge,
Looks for wholeness.
Tabula rasa now crawls to find the unknown,
Tabula rasa now walks to make the unknown known.
Tabula rasa was once a blank page…
Now it is full, and must become blank once more, so as to discover
The new unknown and make it known.
Only when there ceases to be an unknown
Will Tabula rasa become a full book…
Tabula Repletus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem