求籤
FORTUNE STICKS
hold a question — then shake the oracle
press and hold — then shake to agitate the sticks
Hold the question
Steady the mind and name one true question — not many. The oracle answers the heart you bring, not the words you say aloud.
Shake the cylinder
Tilt the bamboo 籤筒 and shake, evenly, without grabbing. Let the sticks climb and clatter until, of their own accord, one works its way free.
Read the number
One stick falls. Its number is your 籤 — the poem the day has drawn for you from the canon. No re-shaking to prefer another.
Cast the moon blocks
Throw the crescent 筊杯. One face up, one down — 聖筊, the blocks agree — and the answer stands. Then read the verse, slowly.
Kau Cim is older than any of the temples that keep it. A cylinder of numbered bamboo, a rack of paired poems, and a person with a question they already half-know the shape of.
籤不占命,籤照心
The stick does not decide your fate. It hands you a small, strange poem and lets you find your own life inside it — the fortune, the wealth, the love, the health, the work. What you were leaning toward becomes visible, phrased as weather and rivers and moons.
These forty-eight verses are composed fresh, in the old grammar of frost and spring and the returning tide. Shake honestly, and read what falls.
DRAW ANY STICK TO READ ITS FORTUNE