ATLAS MOTH

The Atlas moth has two wings

The wings mimic two cobras

Guarding her from becoming prey

To me, the cobras represent a spirit

A being far beyond our dimension

The Atlas moth is a daughter

Her mother is a celestial being

I’ve sought her throughout every lifetime

Each time I failed to see

All along I had been breathing her air

Drinking her water

The same way the Atlas moth did

Both of us beloved by her abundance

Under her wings of love

She’s a designer

She’s a creator

To us, she’d be god

Thoughts about myself diminish with thoughts of her sea

Her birth womb

Where she birthed life

Where she birthed death

Where she birthed fate

As I live and breathe

I see

In the highest dimension there is a waterfall

There are rocks

There are trees

There, hangs a swing

On that swing there is a pregnant woman

She eats raspberries

She combs her hair

Inside her belly exists our universe

Where the atlas moth lives

Where I live

Both a part of nature

The pregnant woman has two wings

The wings mimic two cobras

Guarding her from becoming prey

Guarding the Atlas moth

Guarding me

I now know her

Just like she’s always knows me

She knows everything

She is us

We are her

She is the Atlas moth

The Atlas moth is me

I am the Atlas moth.