I Sing the Body Electric

there's this part at the end of I Sing the Body Electric where Walt Whitman just names every part of the body he can think of. He starts at the top of the head and works his way down to the heel and there's no metaphors or imagery it's just a list

Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-joints, finger-nails,

It's pretty exhausting and I skimmed over it but I think the point DubDub is getting at is that the earthly, bodily, mundane, concrete and the heavenly, eternal, spiritual are the same. 

He says at the end

O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,

O I say now these are the soul!

He also has this part earlier on where he's talking about men and women being sold at auctions and he basically says that any body is a link in this process that stretches all the way back to the creation of the universe and is a part of the history of all living organisms AND is a part of all life and everything that will ever be. 

To reject or dismiss any part or person is to deny everything that was, is, and will ever be. It's like the Dr. Bronner's soap bottle says: ALL ONE OR NONE!

He has another part where he's talking about just watching a healthy person walk by and he says

To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.

The thing that comes through for me is how much love the poem has for everything. It's this overwhelming all-encompassing fascination and desire for everything and anything. It also has this sense of fullness that I think comes from embracing all these seeming contradictions at once- the mundane and the extraordinary, the body and the soul, the present and all of eternity, even the idea of a poem describing something beyond the reach of poetry. 

The poem holds it all up at once and is madly in love with it. That's true consciousness, that's awakening, that's enlightenment. S'pretty neat.