Who am I?

[Guest guest]

Behind my work was ambition,

behind my love was personality,

behind my purity was fear,

behind my guidance the thirst for power.

 

Now they are vanishing and I drift.

I come, Mother, I come.

In thy warm bosom;

floating where-so-ever

Thou takest me.

 

In the voiceless,

in the strange,

in the wonderland.

 

I come,

a spectator;

no more an actor.

 

--Swami Vivekananda--