Who am I?
What is my purpose?
Surely, not the world around
Then what it is?
Amid all the rush,
That something, beyond…
Beyond screams and cries,
Further ahead,
Ahead of vulnerability to want…
For recognition, For identity,
For power, For all that exists,
Beyond Endless Chase… Maya
There it stands,
My purpose,
The reality…
The TRUTH.

- बोधिसत्व