“…let everything you own ascend to a heaven of pure abstraction” ~ D. Bonta
When a child is frightened to tears, no matter the cause, pull on her ears and recite several times, Maykan, Maria Luisa, di ka agbut-buteng.
When there are too many bundles of paper stashed in the attic, remember that any of them can be used for kindling.
When there are pins and needles on the soles of your feet, forego putting them through the ceiling.
Instead, put some spit on your index finger and mark each instep, saying Kurus, padi, di ka agkut-kuti.
When in doubt, offer one more piece of fruit, one more unblemished egg, to the gods.
How many times has weather been forestalled by such gifts?
It’s not just mackerel: admire the smoky blue swirl of their sleek bodies lying side by side in the pan before heat transforms them.
The soul can be hailed with the sound of little bells; with bright pennants of color whipping madly from a string; with cooling beds of taste.
Squint to the left and you will see the row of guardians perched on one side of the pagoda roof. No one remembers to take pictures of them.
In response to How to teem.