Hymn+to+Geb

Hymn to Geb

“Through the last door of the house comes a goose, waddling, A blue globe between his feet, pushing the blue egg of the world.

He says, ‘I am Geb, your gosling son. Enter the egg and live in peace. On the day you were born, the world cracked open. When you die, the fissure heals itself. The egg rocks always back and forth.’

I am the blue egg of the //Gengen Wer// (Great Cackler.) I guard the fledglings in the nest. I soar like the wing of the goose. I am the egg of the world.”

Hymns of Geb