Reflections: Morning Window

Reflections: Morning Window

The playful squirrels frolicked in the light dew of the grass.  Birds chirping and fluttering among the seed feeders.  The open pool filling with early Autumn leaves.  Yet, her eyes saw none.  They were looking pass it all and beyond the woods.  Into her mind, "Just seems so right."  To fight what she was taught.  The Holy Bible.  The words of God.  Interpreted by man.  Or, maybe the Satan within each man.  Focus of her eyes, now, the reflections of the window.  Her soul.  The stepping into the entrance of Above Cognitive.

Of course, the eyes she first saw.  Not now.  To face her deep thoughts and feelings.  Not now.  The softness of her flowing hair.  Such a calming effect of preparation for the eyes.  His fingers stroking the curls.  No!  "Just seems so right."  Her cheeks and lips.  No, salvation.  His kisses touching her heart.  No!  "Just seems so right."  As her eyes met her eyes.  The lightness and darkness rushed from the reflections of the morning window.  She becoming one with the reflections.  "Why can't I let him in.  Just seems so right."  She now 'feeling' the need for more.  More than the words of man.  Need for Above Cognitive and the journey.

The dreamland of heart and soul she entered.  Dreams of spirit.  She loved him.  She wanted to be more with him.  Fears of the past the Devil brought forth.  Fear he was like the others.  Need she had.  Reflections of all from her past and present went by her eyes.  Her need they all failed.  Her need for him she felt but felt guilty for it was wrong by man, by Satan.  "Just seems so right, in the eyes of God."  In the eyes of God.  As she turned and she saw his eyes.  The journey to more.  What excitement to live Above Cognitive.

He watched her stand in front of the morning window.  He reflected on all he did.  He reflected how she was everything he dreamed of.  He reflected on "Just seems so right in the eyes of God."  How does he give up on God?  He will never give up on her.  Her reflections shone on his heart and soul.  She was part of him.  He needed her.  He reflected on a family of three.  Her family.  She turned and stared into his reflections.  Would their reflections become real in the journey to Above Cognitive.  Or, where the reflections the continuance of his story of the written words of a man."