On Giving ~ I

[miaokuancha]

As I sit with my wrist resting on the surface of my laptop, just beside the trackpad, I feel my ulnar pulse. There is just enough pressure on the vessel to feel the blood whooshing through it in steady, rhythmic bursts, making the most delicate vibration to the skin.



~ Dana Sutra ~

Not paramita.
Not the perfection of giving.
For this dana has giver, and gift, and recipient.
But joy of giving, yes.
That moment of Oh.
That brings lightness of heart. Newness, for the space of a breath.
The gift freely given for no reason but that Oh.
What joy can compare?
Joy does not compare.
Dana.
Sutra.
Sutra means suture.
Something much more delicate than joinery.
An approximation of edges.
Strung by a thread.
Threaded by string.
As the lute has.
As the heart has.
That moves in tune.
Weaving space with sound.
Two things that have no body.
Dana.
Sutra.