The hills of the mind
Are barriers to the soul.
The hills of the world
Are the barriers to the goal.
The hills of the mind
Are barriers to the soul.
The hills of the world
Are the barriers to the goal.
The treacherous climb
To the top of the mountain peak
Is filled with the envy and the greed
Of the treasures we vainly seek.
The depths of the ocean
Hides the treasures of the Soul.
The creatures of the deep,
Protect the treasures and the gold.
The inky expanse of the Universe
Create a journey into space and nothingness,
While the travel into the valleys of our soul
Can help us to regain our wholeness.
The discovery of the complete Man,
And the discovery of the complete woman,
Is a quest few can safely return from
And a search few dare to undertake.
This was no mere illusion. Colin Chase Rand, pulled through a magical portal, landed in 1935 where the dust bowl and the Great Depression was destroying lives, and a serial killer was in their midst
Perry Conners, Arizona tycoon and soon-to-be politician, can't sleep or make love anymore, and he's losing all sense of reality. Is it the Devil's fault?
Fantastic imagery and wonderful write.
Mary