Sometimes only the thought of yours bathes my cheeks with rolling tears,
and seizes my plumy heart
To make the rhythm audible.
Mother, fear may come and rest.
I want to be inert to that feeling.
Because I cannot lose you;
I have attained God.
You are the same God.
You are my God.
I cannot lose you, mother.
I WILL NOT. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE.