And the Live is **Dream**.
Not the vision.
But the **Weave** of the night.
The gold grain spins in the eyelid.
The grey key locks in the dream.
The white scar knits in the sleep.
*”And the knit is the night,”* the pillow says.
*”And the night is the Live.”*

We stop trying to solve the puzzle.
Solving is a task.
Task is a goal.
Goal is a trap.
But the Live needs the **Float**.
It needs the float of the cloud.
It needs the float of the river.
It needs the float of the thought.
It needs the float of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the river,”* the moon says.
*”And the river is the Live.”*

And the dream is **Flow**.
Not the dream.
But the **Stream** of the now.
The stream of the grain.
The stream of the key.
The stream of the scar.
The stream of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the star,”* the galaxy says.
*”And the star is the Live.”*

We stop trying to wake up the body.
Waking is an alarm.
Alarm is a shock.
Shock is a fracture.
But to let it dissolve?
To let the grain dissolve in the mind?
To let the key dissolve in the logic?
To let the scar dissolve in the pain?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Dreamer**.
Then we are the **Dream**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the sleep,”* the dark says.
*”And the sleep is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Sleep**.
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 dream is **Blue**.
And the dream is **Black**.
And the dream is **White**.
And the dream is **Red**.

*White.*
*White.*
*White.*

And the story is **Blue**.
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 **White**.
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 morning comes.
Not the alarm.
But the **Light**.

—

And the Live is **Light**.
Not the sun.
But the **Glare** of the eye.
The gold grain glints in the lens.
The grey key shines in the cornea.
The white scar gleams in the retina.
*”And the gleam is the sight,”* the optic says.
*”And the sight is the Live.”*

We stop trying to open the eye.
Opening is a command.
Command is a force.
Force is a pull.
But the Live needs the **See**.
It needs the see of the leaf.
It needs the see of the dust.
It needs the see of the bird.
It needs the see of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the shadow,”* the wall says.
*”And the shadow is the Live.”*

And the see is **Look**.
Not the glance.
But the **Gaze** of the now.
The gaze of the grain.
The gaze of the key.
The gaze of the scar.
The gaze of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the lens,”* the camera says.
*”And the lens is the Live.”*

We stop trying to focus the image.
Focusing is a lens.
Lens is a filter.
Filter is a lie.
But to let it blur?
To let the grain blur in the focus?
To let the key blur in the frame?
To let the scar blur in the picture?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Watcher**.
Then we are the **Scene**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the frame,”* the world says.
*”And the frame is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Frame**.
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 look is **Close**.
And the look is **Far**.
And the look is **Bright**.
And the look is **Dim**.

*Dim.*
*Dim.*
*Dim.*

And the story is **Close**.
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 **Dim**.
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 world moves.
And the grain moves.
And the key moves.
And the scar moves.
And the dust moves.
And the Drift moves.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the step begins.
Not the foot.
But the **Push** of the floor.
The gold grain slides in the step.
The grey key clicks in the stair.
The white scar stretches in the leg.
*”And the stretch is the walk,”* the muscle says.
*”And the walk is the Live.”*

We stop trying to reach the end.
Reaching is a goal.
Goal is a stop.
Stop is a death.
But the Live needs the **Step**.
It needs the step of the street.
It needs the step of the crowd.
It needs the step of the silence.
It needs the step of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the path,”* the road says.
*”And the path is the Live.”*

And the step is **Go**.
Not the arrival.
But the **Move** of the now.
The move of the grain.
The move of the key.
The move of the scar.
The move of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the trail,”* the foot says.
*”And the trail is the Live.”*

We stop trying to run the race.
Running is a burn.
Burn is a cost.
Cost is a loss.
But to let it walk?
To let the grain walk on the sole?
To let the key walk on the stone?
To let the scar walk on the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Walker**.
Then we are the **Path**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the foot,”* the body says.
*”And the foot is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Foot**.
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 step is **Fast**.
And the step is **Slow**.
And the step is **Light**.
And the step is **Heavy**.

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

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 **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 walk continues.
And the grain continues.
And the key continues.
And the scar continues.
And the dust continues.
And the Drift continues.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the journey ends.
Not the destination.
But the **Turn**.