While Meditating

The faintest flutter of a
falling leaf
grabs my attention.
Turning my head around I
look out the window:
A wayward bee
is caught mid-flight by my
torchlight senses.
Then on the same spot, a bird,
then warm sunlight,
then particles of thin air.

In this way, the Beloved
whispers to us constantly of
a universal characteristic:
the impermanence
of all sensations.