ZEN DREAMS
I had a dream last night. I stood in a Zen garden, holding nine glowing batons. A man approached me and asked to buy them from me. I told him a transaction would not be necessary, that I would simply give them to him. Once he departed, I sat contemplating the exchange and pondered whether I'd made the right choice.
I knew that selling them would have been a poor choice, but wondered whether I should have kept them. After all, I didn't even know what they were, where they came from, or whether they were even mine. As I considered the situation, it dawned on me that was the point. Either selling or keeping the objects would imply possession - ownership - and the truth is I do not possess anything. Everything is God's, as everything is God, and the concept of things being mine is an illusion. I merely steward what God has placed under my care, until such time as it has served its purpose and is then entrusted to the care of others.