my mother silently went to heaven      four days ago
and tonight      is the full moon
my mother quietly completed her work
                       the last penance called living
when she breathed in and exhaled      as though teaching
as far back as to the Inca Empire
                                          the thin river of her life
                                                         trembled like a thread

now everything is fine
she is                 happier than the moon         she does not have to wander about
                                                       among the dark clouds

she does not have to                     shine serenely
                                       and slowly leave
she has obtained        the permanence
of her existence by not existing             ah
I forgot to say, thank you           because your leaving
this world was         too soon         and too quiet a sigh

what is called permanence is         transient
because it only exists inside me
in this finite inside
infinity        that is a permanence is      now
                                                                                  floating

ah                full moon
                                  please shine
on my beloved                      my mother
                                  please flutter
                       like a spring breeze
               quietly over the repose of her soul
                             like
                                         drops of light