Reflections

on projection, beauty, and emotional alchemy

Curated by Annette Fleur de Lis

My thoughts are not mine.

They visit. They echo. They test.

But they are not me.

We say — “he hurt me,”

but pain is always a mirror held to something unhealed within.

What we reject in others is often the face of what we cannot hold in ourselves.

I used to think I needed to change him.

Make him softer. Safer. More divine.

But what if the true power begins

when I stop sculpting others —

and start sculpting the self?

When I see my own shadows,

I no longer need to hate them in others.

And from that recognition,

love becomes possible.

Not the love of illusion.

But the love that grows where truth has bloomed.

This is the formula:

Intention. Effort. Communion.

Iham and Param.

Body and Spirit.

Beauty and Truth.