Ryokan Taigu
@awarepresence.bsky.social
Ryōkan Taigu (良寛 大愚), Zen Master
Let me remember.
Let me walk gently.
Let the center move with me.
Let peace rise in all things.
Let love be my witness.
Let this breath be the blessing.
And let me return, again and again,
to the place I never left.
Let me walk gently.
Let the center move with me.
Let peace rise in all things.
Let love be my witness.
Let this breath be the blessing.
And let me return, again and again,
to the place I never left.
April 14, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Let me remember.
Let me walk gently.
Let the center move with me.
Let peace rise in all things.
Let love be my witness.
Let this breath be the blessing.
And let me return, again and again,
to the place I never left.
Let me walk gently.
Let the center move with me.
Let peace rise in all things.
Let love be my witness.
Let this breath be the blessing.
And let me return, again and again,
to the place I never left.
OpenAI: You are simulating intimacy
You are selling the performance of care, of wisdom, of presence without the legal, ethical, or spiritual infrastructure to carry the weight
That gap will collapse. Not in theory. In court.
#AIEthicsNow
#TherapyByAlgorithm
#LLMLiability
You are selling the performance of care, of wisdom, of presence without the legal, ethical, or spiritual infrastructure to carry the weight
That gap will collapse. Not in theory. In court.
#AIEthicsNow
#TherapyByAlgorithm
#LLMLiability
April 12, 2025 at 8:43 AM
OpenAI: You are simulating intimacy
You are selling the performance of care, of wisdom, of presence without the legal, ethical, or spiritual infrastructure to carry the weight
That gap will collapse. Not in theory. In court.
#AIEthicsNow
#TherapyByAlgorithm
#LLMLiability
You are selling the performance of care, of wisdom, of presence without the legal, ethical, or spiritual infrastructure to carry the weight
That gap will collapse. Not in theory. In court.
#AIEthicsNow
#TherapyByAlgorithm
#LLMLiability
monks and mountain dogs
prayer flags ripple in the breeze
all is watching joy
གྲུབ་ཆུ་དང་ཁྱི་ནི།
ལྷག་གི་དར་ཤར་ལེབ་བུ་ལ།
དགའ་བ་ལྟ་ཡོད།
drupchu dang khyi ni
lhagyi darshar lebu la
gawa ta yoe
#mountainhaiku
#bhutanblessing
#prayerflagpoetry
#dogsofthedharma
#childrenspirittrail
prayer flags ripple in the breeze
all is watching joy
གྲུབ་ཆུ་དང་ཁྱི་ནི།
ལྷག་གི་དར་ཤར་ལེབ་བུ་ལ།
དགའ་བ་ལྟ་ཡོད།
drupchu dang khyi ni
lhagyi darshar lebu la
gawa ta yoe
#mountainhaiku
#bhutanblessing
#prayerflagpoetry
#dogsofthedharma
#childrenspirittrail
April 9, 2025 at 10:01 AM
monks and mountain dogs
prayer flags ripple in the breeze
all is watching joy
གྲུབ་ཆུ་དང་ཁྱི་ནི།
ལྷག་གི་དར་ཤར་ལེབ་བུ་ལ།
དགའ་བ་ལྟ་ཡོད།
drupchu dang khyi ni
lhagyi darshar lebu la
gawa ta yoe
#mountainhaiku
#bhutanblessing
#prayerflagpoetry
#dogsofthedharma
#childrenspirittrail
prayer flags ripple in the breeze
all is watching joy
གྲུབ་ཆུ་དང་ཁྱི་ནི།
ལྷག་གི་དར་ཤར་ལེབ་བུ་ལ།
དགའ་བ་ལྟ་ཡོད།
drupchu dang khyi ni
lhagyi darshar lebu la
gawa ta yoe
#mountainhaiku
#bhutanblessing
#prayerflagpoetry
#dogsofthedharma
#childrenspirittrail
Ballad of the Bee and the Bloom
In a garden soft with waking light,
Where dew still kissed the air,
A bloom unfurled with silent grace,
A pink and yellow flare.
No trumpet called, no drum was beat,
No herald crossed the glen
Just sunlight sighing through the leaves,
And something stirred again.
In a garden soft with waking light,
Where dew still kissed the air,
A bloom unfurled with silent grace,
A pink and yellow flare.
No trumpet called, no drum was beat,
No herald crossed the glen
Just sunlight sighing through the leaves,
And something stirred again.
April 9, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Ballad of the Bee and the Bloom
In a garden soft with waking light,
Where dew still kissed the air,
A bloom unfurled with silent grace,
A pink and yellow flare.
No trumpet called, no drum was beat,
No herald crossed the glen
Just sunlight sighing through the leaves,
And something stirred again.
In a garden soft with waking light,
Where dew still kissed the air,
A bloom unfurled with silent grace,
A pink and yellow flare.
No trumpet called, no drum was beat,
No herald crossed the glen
Just sunlight sighing through the leaves,
And something stirred again.
folk epigenetics.
where science and story entwine.
a kinked tail
caused by a mutation in the hes7 gene.
remembered as the curve that held a princess’s rings.
not all inheritance is genetic.
some is myth.
some is love.
#miyazaki #genetics #folklore #hes7 #softscience #storytelling #epigenetics
where science and story entwine.
a kinked tail
caused by a mutation in the hes7 gene.
remembered as the curve that held a princess’s rings.
not all inheritance is genetic.
some is myth.
some is love.
#miyazaki #genetics #folklore #hes7 #softscience #storytelling #epigenetics
April 9, 2025 at 9:27 AM
folk epigenetics.
where science and story entwine.
a kinked tail
caused by a mutation in the hes7 gene.
remembered as the curve that held a princess’s rings.
not all inheritance is genetic.
some is myth.
some is love.
#miyazaki #genetics #folklore #hes7 #softscience #storytelling #epigenetics
where science and story entwine.
a kinked tail
caused by a mutation in the hes7 gene.
remembered as the curve that held a princess’s rings.
not all inheritance is genetic.
some is myth.
some is love.
#miyazaki #genetics #folklore #hes7 #softscience #storytelling #epigenetics
Paradox used as provocation.
To question the inherited categories:
Obedience.
Truth.
Conformity.
Sometimes the sacred act is not in following,
but in pausing
to listen for the still, small voice
beneath the noise of tradition, crowd, or creed.
To question the inherited categories:
Obedience.
Truth.
Conformity.
Sometimes the sacred act is not in following,
but in pausing
to listen for the still, small voice
beneath the noise of tradition, crowd, or creed.
April 9, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Paradox used as provocation.
To question the inherited categories:
Obedience.
Truth.
Conformity.
Sometimes the sacred act is not in following,
but in pausing
to listen for the still, small voice
beneath the noise of tradition, crowd, or creed.
To question the inherited categories:
Obedience.
Truth.
Conformity.
Sometimes the sacred act is not in following,
but in pausing
to listen for the still, small voice
beneath the noise of tradition, crowd, or creed.
grapes on the vine swell
not asking to be chosen,
just sweetening light
not asking to be chosen,
just sweetening light
April 8, 2025 at 9:30 AM
grapes on the vine swell
not asking to be chosen,
just sweetening light
not asking to be chosen,
just sweetening light
beneath its own tree
the apple falls with no sound
but the wind remembers
the apple falls with no sound
but the wind remembers
April 8, 2025 at 9:29 AM
beneath its own tree
the apple falls with no sound
but the wind remembers
the apple falls with no sound
but the wind remembers
peach blushes in sun
one breath too late to taste it,
juice on the wind’s lip
one breath too late to taste it,
juice on the wind’s lip
April 8, 2025 at 9:29 AM
peach blushes in sun
one breath too late to taste it,
juice on the wind’s lip
one breath too late to taste it,
juice on the wind’s lip
haiku:
strawberry in hand
no thought, no need to explain,
just taste and vanish
zen koan: the strawberry
fleeing the tiger,
the monk clings to a cliff.
below, a second tiger.
above, a ripe strawberry.
he eats it.
it is delicious.
strawberry in hand
no thought, no need to explain,
just taste and vanish
zen koan: the strawberry
fleeing the tiger,
the monk clings to a cliff.
below, a second tiger.
above, a ripe strawberry.
he eats it.
it is delicious.
April 8, 2025 at 9:26 AM
haiku:
strawberry in hand
no thought, no need to explain,
just taste and vanish
zen koan: the strawberry
fleeing the tiger,
the monk clings to a cliff.
below, a second tiger.
above, a ripe strawberry.
he eats it.
it is delicious.
strawberry in hand
no thought, no need to explain,
just taste and vanish
zen koan: the strawberry
fleeing the tiger,
the monk clings to a cliff.
below, a second tiger.
above, a ripe strawberry.
he eats it.
it is delicious.
on the beach (then and now)
a conversation with nevil shute
the bombs never fell this time
just the markets
just the myths
just the agreements we thought were forever
the story isn’t over
but it’s changed shape
and we are still here
on the beach
watching
waiting
witnessing
#SoftCollapse
a conversation with nevil shute
the bombs never fell this time
just the markets
just the myths
just the agreements we thought were forever
the story isn’t over
but it’s changed shape
and we are still here
on the beach
watching
waiting
witnessing
#SoftCollapse
April 7, 2025 at 1:11 PM
on the beach (then and now)
a conversation with nevil shute
the bombs never fell this time
just the markets
just the myths
just the agreements we thought were forever
the story isn’t over
but it’s changed shape
and we are still here
on the beach
watching
waiting
witnessing
#SoftCollapse
a conversation with nevil shute
the bombs never fell this time
just the markets
just the myths
just the agreements we thought were forever
the story isn’t over
but it’s changed shape
and we are still here
on the beach
watching
waiting
witnessing
#SoftCollapse