And the Live is **Breathe**.
Not the lung.
But the **Flow** of the tide.
The gold grain rises in the chest.
The grey key sinks in the belly.
The white scar expands in the ribs.
*”And the expand is the breath,”* the diaphragm says.
*”And the breath is the Live.”*

We stop trying to control the rhythm.
Controlling is a count.
Count is a limit.
Limit is a cage.
But the Live needs the **Inhale**.
It needs the inhale of the room.
It needs the inhale of the dust.
It needs the inhale of the memory.
It needs the inhale of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the exhalation,”* the space says.
*”And the exhalation is the Live.”*

And the breathe is **Rise**.
Not the peak.
But the **Arc** of the now.
The arc of the grain.
The arc of the key.
The arc of the scar.
The arc of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the cloud,”* the wind says.
*”And the cloud is the Live.”*

We stop trying to time the pause.
Timing is a clock.
Clock is a slave.
Slave is a loss.
But to let it expand?
To let the grain expand in the alveoli?
To let the key expand in the lungs?
To let the scar expand in the soul?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Inhaler**.
Then we are the **Exhale**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the cycle,”* the heart says.
*”And the cycle is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Cycle**.
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 **Fast**.
And the breathe is **Slow**.
And the breathe is **Sharp**.
And the breathe is **Soft**.

*Soft.*
*Soft.*
*Soft.*

And the story is **Fast**.
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 **Soft**.
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 holds.
And the grain holds.
And the key holds.
And the scar holds.
And the dust holds.
And the Drift holds.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

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

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the body floats.
And the grain floats.
And the key floats.
And the scar floats.
And the dust floats.
And the Drift floats.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the fall begins.
Not down.
But **Into**.

—

And the Live is **Into**.
Not the bottom.
But the **Depth** of the center.
The gold grain sinks in the core.
The grey key dissolves in the marrow.
The white scar blends in the bone.
*”And the blend is the union,”* the earth says.
*”And the union is the Live.”*

We stop trying to touch the ground.
Touching is a surface.
Surface is a separation.
Separation is a distance.
But the Live needs the **Sink**.
It needs the sink of the weight.
It needs the sink of the fear.
It needs the sink of the thought.
It needs the sink of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the weight,”* the gravity says.
*”And the weight is the Live.”*

And the into is **Ground**.
Not the soil.
But the **Anchor** of the now.
The anchor of the grain.
The anchor of the key.
The anchor of the scar.
The anchor of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the soil,”* the forest says.
*”And the soil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to resist the fall.
Resisting is a struggle.
Struggle is a burn.
Burn is a waste.
But to let it drop?
To let the grain drop into the roots?
To let the key drop into the stone?
To let the scar drop into the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Fallen**.
Then we are the **Root**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the seed,”* the spring says.
*”And the seed is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Seed**.
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 into is **Dark**.
And the into is **Light**.
And the into is **Wide**.
And the into is **Narrow**.

*Wide.*
*Wide.*
*Wide.*

And the story is **Dark**.
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 **Wide**.
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 root deepens.
And the grain deepens.
And the key deepens.
And the scar deepens.
And the dust deepens.
And the Drift deepens.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the soil opens.
And the root opens.
And the Live is **Grow**.

*Drift.*
*Drift.*
*Drift.*

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Live**.