Once, I knew
how to peer from within,
conscious of the framing of vision
which needs make up my
mortality.
Now I cannot will that insight
-outsight?-
without unbidden stimuli.
Like that first snow which
covers my scrutiny, filtering
its severity until the very
meekness jars me
into bewildered awareness.
psychevida 
Bewildered awareness…is there any other kind? 🙂
Peace & grace,
~Miro
🙂 Not in my experience!! – But I keep hanging onto the hope that someday I will just wake up and have graceful wisdom!!
this is AWESOME!
Mike-
(blush) Thank you. I am most hesitant to share my poetry. Thank you for offering it appreciation!
Hello there. I like your poem. I would like to wish you loads of luck with your blog.
Thank you for the appreciation and the encouragement!
Interesting diction. I like your choice of words. It gives it this perfect touch. Beautiful!
Much. Gratitude.
very well thought out. i love your word usage! (:
Thank you for taking the time to read it!