2025-06-16-2

 Detox of the Soul

Spiritual progress is a gentle purge,

A letting go, a tide that pulls

The poisons from the silent surge

Of thoughts that crowd, of worry’s hulls.

It starts as ache, a restless churn,

The old beliefs begin to fade;

The heart, uncertain, starts to yearn

For light to pierce the self-made shade.

Toxins rise—resentment, fear,

Regrets that cling like bitter wine;

But as they surface, truth grows clear,

And shadows shrink in love’s design.

Each breath, a cleansing, sacred sweep,

Each tear, a river running pure;

We shed the skins we cannot keep,

And find what’s simple, strong, and sure.

The soul, once burdened, learns to rise,

Uncluttered by the weight of pain;

A clarity behind the eyes,

A gentle sun after the rain.

Progress is not always sweet—

It stings, it burns, it strips away;

But in the ashes, new hearts beat,

And spirit wakes to brighter day.

So let the old illusions fall,

Let every sorrow be released;

For in this cleansing, through it all,

We find our freedom, and our peace.

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