OLITARY SANCTUARY
A poet is not one who works magic with words to make others dream. He is nothing more than a technician of words. Only templ es 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 is built. To compensate for this, the ego's temple builders are moving right and left. They do not even realise that they are doing so in vain.
Those who lose their judgement through greed for money or power will probably not see these stone pillars of light. They will go down in history as corrupt from the poets. Not only that. It is the hell of living with it. It is above all the memory of the corrupt that will be engraved on them.
The temple of light is a lonely sanctuary, but it will not fade away. Because it is self-made. I carry the stone pillar of light on my shoulder today. Dust of light rises from its strands. The self is the self that knows that all its thoughts are only delusions.
Birth and death. What could be more certain? God did not create only the human brain. He also created the lungs and heart. God did not create only life. Both life and death are the grace of God. That is what we have forgotten.
I build solitary sanctuary today. I only carry the stone pillars of light. I have no other work.
Taro Hokkyo
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