Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
A poet is not one who works magic with words to make others dream. He is nothing more than a technician of words. Only temples built by the ego seem to flourish by comparison. But nothing is more fragile than a temple built by the ego. It is weathered away from the place where it was built. The temple builders of the ego are trying to compensate for this by moving left and right. They do not even realize that they are wasting their time.
Those who lose their judgment through greed for money or power will probably not see these stone pillars of light. They will go down in history as corrupt poets. Not only that. It is the hell of living with it. It is above all, engraved in the memory of the corrupt and further stigmatized in history.
The temple of light is a solitary sanctuary, but it will not fade away. Because it is self-made. I carry the stone pillar of light on my shoulders today. Dust of light rises from a single strand of it. The self is the self that knows that all its thoughts are nothing but delusion.
When you are born, you die. What could be more certain? God did not create only the human brain. God did not create only the brain, but also the lungs and heart. God did not create only life. Both life and death are the grace of God. We have forgotten that.
I build a solitary sanctuary today. I only carry the stone pillars of light. I have no other work.
NO NEED WORDS
Lost oars. Lost boats. There is no use in counting them. What is it to speak of love? Almost unconsciously, in fragmented words. Our hands are joined together. Maybe life is too short to talk about love. I will do all I can. I will do all I can so that I don’t lose you again. Maybe true love is not to seek too much. A love that does all it can to take care of you. Woman. If that is a boat, a man is just an oar.
You are the boat and I am the poor helm. That’s all the route I can take. Maybe that is what I wanted. What I have learned in the long voyage is sincerity. The light that is born in the hands of both of us. From our cold hearts, we will light the light in the hands of both of us. That’s all you and I knew and forgot. Tired in the rough sea of injustice.
A quiet, very quiet flame of passion. In this cold world of violence and graves, it is enough for two people who love each other to join hands. Our world is nothing more than a small light between our hands, here and now. We hold hands and look at each other. We don’t need words to say we love.
Biography Taro Hokkyo: 1998 Rekitei Shinei Award in Japan.2021 Arab Golden Planet Award. 2022Awarded the title of Doctor of Letters from the Arabic-speaking world.2023 My poems are published in Orfew.al magazine in Albania. Also translated into Italian2024 My poem is published in the Daily Global Nation in Bangladesh.My poems published in Samantaral Bhabna, India.Interview with an Algerian newspaper is published. My poem is published in Greek Police Magazine. Received a certificate of honor from English poets. Published in a Korean magazine. Published in Koltaka jishu International Poetry Magazine, India. My poem is published in a Greek e-magazine.My poem is published in the Barcelona Literary Magazine. My poem is published in Poetry Planetariat, a Nepalese poetry magazine. My poetry collection is published in Bengali-speaking countries. Three of my poems were published in India’s Half-yearly magazine. Three of my poems were published in the Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine. My poem is published in Hyperpoem in Nepal.
