Waking With Walt Whitman in my Mind

O living always, always dying!

O the burials of me past and present,

O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever;

O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)

O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them,

To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.

 

“O Living Always, Always Dying” speaks perfectly to all of us aware of the changes we constantly make and those changes we aim to make. Particularly for Artists who are constantly evolving not only what they do but what they are.  Creating is an act of destruction also.  There is no light without dark.  There is no beauty without artlessness.