Ah, you can't eat your life and keep it, too.
You'll have to consume what you want to feel.
Even the sun on your back is falling.
It's not that everything passes away.
It's that the passing is the only thing.
The passing away is the being.
Down deep you know this cannot keep you sad.
All your joy is in this experience,
And being part of what passes is you.
So a cloud comes between you and the sun,
And maybe you shiver. Maybe you smile.
Maybe you go on with living, inside.