It lay in its dormancy
deep in degrading earth
unseen, undetected, un-noticed
as spades dug a trench
To their blind eyes, it does not exist
it is not a consideration
amid the self-adulation
Over its opalescent ovoid,
pounds of purple slate were placed
and compacted in a path
pointing towards Buddha.
For forty-nine days in darkness
and absence of human body
during its annual Bardo
its apical meristem travelled towards the light.
Asphodel through the barrier was reborn,
its scented yellow corona amid white stuphas,
a carrier of a silent message.