The shadow on the wall is definitely what makes this. Interesting how so much cognizance can be expanded, explosively, from what was projected, something seemingly menial and of no noticeable consequence.

I see: lotus blossoms, twirling their stems to form the arms of an inspired dancer, which fold gently for a woman in prayer, while the hands divert in angularity to become the beak of a diving kingfisher, emerging upwards again in the elongated structure of a proud flamingo.

All these wild connotations return in full circulation to its humble origin... a simple blossom, resting atop a bold pedestal. Simply existing