Projections.

Does life have to be a mirror? Are we forced to, constantly, see only our one-dimensional reflection staring back at us? Or are we free? Free from projections? Free from the common entrapment of "mind" and "body?"

Today, I saw myself. I saw myself in a field of limp (was it, really?) grass. How it ignored the breeze. I watched it ignore the breeze! I believed in what I saw. I said, "yes, this field, is ignoring, this breeze." I thought, I had indeed, discovered something new. Resistance, amongst even the plants. But was it new?

Or was it just my state of mind?

Did those blades of green actually sway whilst my brain chose to believe in their lifelessness? Were they just as ALIVE and FREE as ever, billowing against the tide of wind? Was I truly that stuck in myself, that I was unable to see truth, even when staring directly at it?

Our ways of connection, have long been projection. But what if we were to break free from this? What if today, I saw truth. What if today, I saw the the blades of green sway? What if I accepted my less than limp brain, and allowed other experience into my life?

What if I didn't find comfort in falsified reality? What if real was enough?

If real was enough:

Movies would be obsolete. In fact, most forms of entertainment would be obsolete.

Why do we preach "real" to be so incredibly boring? Why is this never enough?

Some scream, "progression! This is what we need!"

I say, salvation. In the truest sense of the word. Stripping it of its religious connotation. Simply, saving. Shedding. All we need, is to shed. Because what remains, is our core. Our one, unified, light.

Today, I resisted my core. I claimed, I could not find it. That it was nowhere to be found. So instead, I chose to see my surface, everywhere. Even amidst the grass. And in this, I realized what it truly means, to see another (whether it be thing, or person, etc.), without projecting myself. Or at least, having enough awareness to note the difference.

all peace, and all love.