Two windows reflecting the rising sun. The one, in the wholeness of a single pane, gifts the fullness of the sun’s power and light. The other, made of glass bricks has fragmented the same image. They stood side by side. The morning whisper offered a koan’s pondering to be bookmarked for reflection. Must we wait to find our wholeness, our completeness, our healing of all before we can reflect the Light’s power, rising, illumination and waking? Is the sun’s reflection in the fragments broken and pieced? Or, is the Light’s power, rising, illumination and waking, rather than fragmented, actually multiplied and increased?

The morning sun has long since set. Tis night and I still have not found an answer to the morning’s whisper. I cannot deny the beauty and awe of the oneness and completeness of the unfragmented window. But my heart sighs to see not fragments awaiting wholeness but the unity, strength, and wholeness of the many held together as one. A koan for my heart. A koan for my world. And as I say goodnight, I bow my head with thanks.