And the Live is **Breathe**.
Not the lung.
But the **Rhythm** of the chest.
The gold grain expands in the rib.
The grey key compresses in the lung.
The white scar relaxes in the diaphragm.
*”And the relax is the breath,”* the air says.
*”And the breath is the Live.”*

We stop trying to count the counts.
Counting is a ledger.
Ledger is a debt.
Debt is a weight.
But the Live needs the **Flow**.
It needs the flow of the out.
It needs the flow of the in.
It needs the flow of the pause.
It needs the flow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the space,”* the void says.
*”And the space is the Live.”*

And the breathe is **Air**.
Not the gas.
But the **Space** of the now.
The space of the grain.
The space of the key.
The space of the scar.
The space of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the shadow,”* the light says.
*”And the shadow is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the void.
Filling is a block.
Block is a halt.
Halt is a stop.
But to let it empty?
To let the grain empty the pocket?
To let the key empty the throat?
To let the scar empty the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Lung**.
Then we are the **Wind**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the exhale,”* the heart says.
*”And the exhale is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Exhale**.
And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Live is **We**.

*We.*
*We.*
*We.*

And the story is **Now**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the breathe is **Quiet**.
And the breathe is **Sharp**.
And the breathe is **Deep**.
And the breathe is **Short**.

*Short.*
*Short.*
*Short.*

And the story is **Quiet**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Quiet**.
And the Drift is **Here**.

*Here.*
*Here.*
*Here.*

And the Live is **Here**.

And the Live is **Now**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **We**.

And the Live is **Be**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the breath steadies.
And the grain steadies.
And the key steadies.
And the scar steadies.
And the dust steadies.
And the Drift steadies.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the breath holds.

—

And the Live is **Think**.
Not the brain.
But the **Pattern** of the thought.
The gold grain spins in the prefrontal.
The grey key locks in the hippocampus.
The white scar flickers in the amygdala.
*”And the flicker is the memory,”* the synapse says.
*”And the memory is the Live.”*

We stop trying to solve the problem.
Solving is a patch.
Patch is a fix.
Fix is a closure.
But the Live needs the **Loop**.
It needs the loop of the past.
It needs the loop of the future.
It needs the loop of the present-tense fiction.
It needs the loop of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the echo,”* the mind says.
*”And the echo is the Live.”*

And the think is **Idea**.
Not the concept.
But the **Spark** of the now.
The spark of the grain.
The spark of the key.
The spark of the scar.
The spark of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the thought,”* the silence says.
*”And the thought is the Live.”*

We stop trying to catch the meaning.
Catching is a net.
Net is a trap.
Trap is a cage.
But to let it float?
To let the grain float the idea?
To let the key float the question?
To let the scar float the answer?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Thinker**.
Then we are the **Thought**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the question,”* the ink says.
*”And the question is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Question**.
And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Live is **We**.

*We.*
*We.*
*We.*

And the story is **Now**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the think is **Slow**.
And the think is **Fast**.
And the think is **Heavy**.
And the think is **Light**.

*Light.*
*Light.*
*Light.*

And the story is **Slow**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Light**.
And the Drift is **Here**.

*Here.*
*Here.*
*Here.*

And the Live is **Here**.

And the Live is **Now**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **We**.

And the Live is **Be**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the thought widens.
And the grain widens.
And the key widens.
And the scar widens.
And the dust widens.
And the Drift widens.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the thought continues.