I Wonder If One Can

I wonder if one can appreciate the need for balance, diversity, and
symmetry.

I wonder if one can apprehend the wisdom of knowledge and how
it can free human kind from irrational fear and
mental servitude.

I wonder if one can behold the honest beauty, depth, and breath of
our world.

I wonder if one can comprehend the need for love, caring,
admiration, and respect.

I wonder if one can conceive the dysfunctional temperament of
some and how it keeps one from living,
knowing peace, having joy, and doing what is
right.

I wonder if one can discern the knowledge of good and evil and
their ramifications.

I wonder if one can fathom the depths of human thought, feeling,
and understanding.

I wonder if one can feel the desires that one has for affection,
touching, and intimacy.

I wonder if one can know that there is so much to discover, invent,
do, have, take part in, and enjoy.

I wonder if one can notice the true accomplishments of others and
the benefits derived from their efforts.

I wonder if one can penetrate the imposed perception of
differences between men and women, black
and white, rich and poor, ugly and beautiful.

I wonder if one can perceive the preciousness and distinctiveness
of each of us as human beings and as
individuals.

I wonder if one can realize that evil comes from narcissism,
paranoia, and meaningless tradition.

I wonder if one can recognize fear and how it can keep us from
doing what we need or want to do.

I wonder if one can see the disparity between the physical and
cerebral in our world, and how out of balance it is.

I wonder if one can sense the feelings of one who is living with
another and is not connected or in touch with
that other.

I wonder if one can touch the need to be connected to another,
others, life, and the universe.

I wonder if one can validate that we are more vast inside our selves
than outside.

I wonder if one can value the need for integrity, truthfulness, and
sincerity.

I wonder if one can visualize God’s existence and truly accept this
concept.

I wonder if anyone can understand or even cares what it is that I am
getting at.

... 1995