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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.

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