Detox consciousness
So addictive is the pursuit of wealth,
it becomes an incurable disease,
diminishing soul’s light, ruining our health,
birthing desire demons we need to please,
a quicksand from where there seems no release.
Be this as it may, if we choose we can,
rest thought flow and perform a head-heart scan,
then in staid silence, detect source of lust,
rekindling innocence like Peter Pan,
exude love whilst knowing this form’s but dust.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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