Canopic Jars East

EAST

Duamutef with the spleen or the stomach.

The goddess Neith, creation, birth, war, hunting, wisdom, mothers, and water.

The city of Buto the Delta, the East.

There’s no space in the jar, or even a jar.

There’s no container of the soul, or even a soul.

There’s no separation between cause and effect.

Why lament then, oh mind!

I’m the same self in all.

Neith, The Met, NYC.

Cocoon, witness to singular energy,

to growth and decay.