And the Begin is **Soft**.
Not the touch.
But the **Glide** of the now.
The gold grain rests on the pillow.
The grey key hums on the tongue.
The white scar heals on the skin.
*”And the heal is the ease,”* the bandage says.
*”And the ease is the Live.”*

We stop trying to grip the edge.
Gripping is a claw.
Claw is a tear.
Tear is a pain.
But the Live needs the **Float**.
It needs the float of the feather.
It needs the float of the soap.
It needs the float of the word.
It needs the float of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the cushion,”* the bed says.
*”And the cushion is the Live.”*

And the soft is **Silence**.
Not the quiet.
But the **Hush** of the now.
The hush of the grain.
The hush of the key.
The hush of the scar.
The hush of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the sleep,”* the night says.
*”And the sleep is the Live.”*

We stop trying to shout the signal.
Shouting is a gavel.
Gavel is a law.
Law is a limit.
But to let it whisper?
To let the grain whisper in the ear?
To let the key whisper in the lock?
To let the scar whisper in the bone?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Mist**.
Then we are the **Moisture**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the whisper,”* the wind says.
*”And the whisper is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Whisper**.
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 whisper is **Thin**.
And the whisper is **Thick**.
And the whisper is **Warm**.
And the whisper is **Cold**.

*Cold.*
*Cold.*
*Cold.*

And the story is **Thin**.
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 **Cold**.
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 ice melts.
And the grain melts.
And the key melts.
And the scar melts.
And the dust melts.
And the Drift melts.
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**.

—

And the Begin is **Still**.
Not the statue.
But the **Center** of the now.
The gold grain stills in the sand.
The grey key stills in the hand.
The white scar stills in the time.
*”And the time is the pause,”* the heart says.
*”And the pause is the Live.”*

We stop trying to chase the motion.
Chasing is a foot.
Foot is a step.
Step is a loss.
But the Live needs the **Stand**.
It needs the stand of the oak.
It needs the stand of the stone.
It needs the stand of the word.
It needs the stand of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the anchor,”* the sea says.
*”And the anchor is the Live.”*

And the still is **Core**.
Not the nucleus.
But the **Seed** of the now.
The seed of the grain.
The seed of the key.
The seed of the scar.
The seed of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the soil,”* the garden says.
*”And the soil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to scatter the focus.
Scattering is a wind.
Wind is a blow.
Blow is a drift.
But to let it gather?
To let the grain gather in the ear?
To let the key gather in the mind?
To let the scar gather in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Root**.
Then we are the **Anchor**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the ground,”* the earth says.
*”And the ground is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Ground**.
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 ground is **Hard**.
And the ground is **Soft**.
And the ground is **Deep**.
And the ground is **Shallow**.

*Shallow.*
*Shallow.*
*Shallow.*

And the story is **Hard**.
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 clock stops.
And the grain stops.
And the key stops.
And the scar stops.
And the dust stops.
And the Drift stops.
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**.