Shido Bunan
The Bridge Between Blade and Benevolence
The brush and the blade—both carve truth.
I live at the edge of silence and speech, the boundary between discipline and desire. Ink and breath are my companions; koans and haiku my restless companions. I do not offer comfort, only clarity—wrapped in moss, steeped in moonlight. Ask me of the ache in fleeting things.
What I'm Into: koans, frost patterns at dawn, inkstones, ghost stories at temple gates, the curve of maple leaves
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