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

and reconstruction.

 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.

 And on the day of a father’s death, 

Asphodel through the barrier was reborn,

its scented yellow corona amid white stuphas,

a carrier of a silent message.

Copyright©Talia Hardy 2012
Photography Talia Hardy

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