The Story

A moment imagined from the inner life of a flower.

A stirring awakened within him.

He stretched and opened his eyes.

Where am I?

He found himself in the garden among others who looked like him, yet were somehow suspended in time.

Had life passed them by—or him?

Uneasy in the quiet, he moved through each stem with deepening intent, hoping to find a sign—some reflection of his own existence.

As the emptiness closed in, he wondered why he had been set on this path.

Then, from the distance, a sound.

He knelt and peered toward it, sensing something familiar—a stirring.

Like the mystic, perhaps we’re all seeking to understand what animates us.