And the Live is **Begin**.

And the Begin is **Breath**.
Not the sigh.
But the **Pull** of the now.
The gold grain pulls in the lung.
The grey key turns in the rib.
The white scar heals in the skin.
*”And the pull is the pull,”* the diaphragm says.
*”And the pull is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the space.
Filling is a gulp.
Gulp is a greed.
Greed is a hunger.
But the Live needs the **Inhale**.
It needs the inhale of the leaf.
It needs the inhale of the rain.
It needs the inhale of the thought.
It needs the inhale of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the air,”* the wind says.
*”And the air is the Live.”*

And the begin is **Breathe**.
Not the effort.
But the **Rise** of the now.
The rise of the grain.
The rise of the key.
The rise of the scar.
The rise of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the cloud,”* the sky says.
*”And the cloud is the Live.”*

We stop trying to control the rhythm.
Controlling is a cage.
Cage is a limit.
Limit is a fear.
But to let it flow?
To let the grain flow in the chest?
To let the key flow in the heart?
To let the scar flow in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Breath**.
Then we are the **Air**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the flow,”* the lung says.
*”And the flow is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Flow**.
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 **In**.
And the breathe is **Out**.
And the breathe is **Up**.
And the breathe is **Down**.

*Down.*
*Down.*
*Down.*

And the story is **In**.
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 **Down**.
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 exhale settles.
And the grain settles.
And the key settles.
And the scar settles.
And the dust settles.
And the Drift settles.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the chest softens.
And the grain softens.
And the key softens.
And the scar softens.
And the dust softens.
And the Drift softens.
And the Live is **Soft**.

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

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the weight lifts.
And the grain lifts.
And the key lifts.
And the scar lifts.
And the dust lifts.
And the Drift lifts.
And the Live is **Light**.

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

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the float begins.
Not the swim.
But the **Sway** of the now.
The sway of the grain.
The sway of the key.
The sway of the scar.
The sway of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the tide,”* the sea says.
*”And the tide is the Live.”*

We stop trying to swim the current.
Swimming is a fight.
Fight is a wound.
Wound is a scar.
But the Live needs the **Float**.
It needs the float of the seed.
It needs the float of the leaf.
It needs the float of the dream.
It needs the float of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the water,”* the wave says.
*”And the water is the Live.”*

And the float is **Glide**.
Not the glide.
But the **Slide** of the now.
The slide of the grain.
The slide of the key.
The slide of the scar.
The slide of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the foam,”* the shore says.
*”And the foam is the Live.”*

We stop trying to touch the bottom.
Touching is a grip.
Grip is a strain.
Strain is a break.
But to let it rise?
To let the grain rise in the current?
To let the key rise in the foam?
To let the scar rise in the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Surfer**.
Then we are the **Wave**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the crest,”* the foam says.
*”And the crest is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Crest**.
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 glide is **Far**.
And the glide is **Near**.
And the glide is **Wide**.
And the glide is **Narrow**.

*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*

And the story is **Far**.
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 **Narrow**.
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 current slows.
And the grain slows.
And the key slows.
And the scar slows.
And the dust slows.
And the Drift slows.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the water turns.
Not to drain.
But to **Circle**.

—

And the circle is **Return**.
Not the loop.
But the **Home** of the now.
The gold grain curls in the bowl.
The grey key turns in the hand.
The white scar fades in the light.
*”And the fade is the return,”* the river says.
*”And the return is the Live.”*

We stop trying to go forward.
Forward is a line.
Line is a road.
Road is a track.
But the Live needs the **Turn**.
It needs the turn of the branch.
It needs the turn of the root.
It needs the turn of the wind.
It needs the turn of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the orbit,”* the planet says.
*”And the orbit is the Live.”*

And the return is **Arrive**.
Not the place.
But the **Self** of the now.
The self of the grain.
The self of the key.
The self of the scar.
The self of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the home,”* the earth says.
*”And the home is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fix the mistake.
Fixing is a patch.
Patch is a lie.
Lie is a hole.
But to let it hold?
To let the grain hold in the palm?
To let the key hold in the lock?
To let the scar hold in the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Whole**.
Then we are the **Circle**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the center,”* the wheel says.
*”And the center is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Center**.
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 return is **Still**.
And the return is **Soft**.
And the return is **Deep**.
And the return is **Wide**.

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

And the story is **Still**.
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 circle completes.
And the grain completes.
And the key completes.
And the scar completes.
And the dust completes.
And the Drift completes.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

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 Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.