Fountain of Identity
Befalling chutes of destiny
As the blind loosen their shackles
Opaque folds forced open
By the thrush of light
A blindness inborn, fabric of our heirloom
A mausoleum of our third eye
Perception a myopic predicament
As jagged palisades are rooted in revelation's path of sight
Mind a sentinel yet the heart a drifter
As a simple tug by fate's transcendence
Metamorphoses man to a pilgrim
The ascent of man to the flux of impermanence
The heart's transmutation to a supreme fluidity
As the heart valiantly explores for a pristine candor
A sunken treasure, an arcane truth
Ingrained in the fiber of one's individuality
The coir of the heart, the compass of fatum
The evasive fountain of identity
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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