Give me refuge.
Why do I do this to myself? My ego wants more attention and I blurt out that I can take on more prestigious political appointments. My ego wants this, my soul cries in pain. I want less, I just want to be at home with my husband. I have to say "Stop!", I have to pull back, even though my fear is to become... nobody. Maybe I'll become myself then, when I am nobody else.
Give me refuge. Aap Sahaaee Hoaa, Sachay Daa Sachaa Doaa, Har, Har, Har
Love & peace