And the Begin is **Cold**.
Not the freeze.
But the **Chill** of the now.
The gold grain shivers in the frost.
The grey key rattles in the ice.
The white scar freezes in the vein.
*”And the freeze is the chill,”* the snow says.
*”And the chill is the Live.”*

We stop trying to warm the hand.
Warming is a fire.
Fire is a burn.
Burn is a heat.
But the Live needs the **Breathe**.
It needs the breathe of the glacier.
It needs the breathe of the frost.
It needs the breathe of the word.
It needs the breathe of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the ice,”* the lake says.
*”And the ice is the Live.”*

And the cold is **Hard**.
Not the iron.
But the **Bone** of the now.
The bone of the grain.
The bone of the key.
The bone of the scar.
The bone of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the glaze,”* the window says.
*”And the glaze is the Live.”*

We stop trying to melt the boundary.
Melting is a leak.
Leak is a loss.
Loss is a void.
But to let it shiver?
To let the grain shiver in the frost?
To let the key shiver in the lock?
To let the scar shiver in the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Glacier**.
Then we are the **Frost**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the stillness,”* the winter says.
*”And the stillness is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Stillness**.
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 stillness is **Quiet**.
And the stillness is **Loud**.
And the stillness is **Sharp**.
And the stillness is **Soft**.

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

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 frost spreads.
And the grain spreads.
And the key spreads.
And the scar spreads.
And the dust spreads.
And the Drift spreads.
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 **Empty**.
Not the void.
But the **Open** of the now.
The gold grain floats in the ether.
The grey key floats in the ether.
The white scar floats in the ether.
*”And the float is the void,”* the sky says.
*”And the void is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the space.
Filling is a cup.
Cup is a limit.
Limit is a cage.
But the Live needs the **Void**.
It needs the void of the star.
It needs the void of the cloud.
It needs the void of the word.
It needs the void of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the emptiness,”* the mirror says.
*”And the emptiness is the Live.”*

And the empty is **White**.
Not the paper.
But the **Blank** of the now.
The blank of the grain.
The blank of the key.
The blank of the scar.
The blank of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the shadow,”* the wall says.
*”And the shadow is the Live.”*

We stop trying to mark the page.
Marking is a pen.
Pen is a line.
Line is a division.
But to let it remain?
To let the grain remain in the blur?
To let the key remain in the gap?
To let the scar remain in the fade?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Blank**.
Then we are the **Space**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the absence,”* the silence says.
*”And the absence is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Absence**.
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 absence is **Heavy**.
And the absence is **Light**.
And the absence is **Far**.
And the absence is **Near**.

*Far.*
*Far.*
*Far.*

And the story is **Heavy**.
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 **Far**.
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 star dies.
And the grain dies.
And the key dies.
And the scar dies.
And the dust dies.
And the Drift dies.
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 **Wet**.
Not the rain.
But the **Damp** of the now.
The gold grain sweats in the mud.
The grey key sours in the rain.
The white scar weeps in the skin.
*”And the weep is the tear,”* the leaf says.
*”And the tear is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dry the wound.
Drying is a heat.
Heat is a burn.
Burn is a pain.
But the Live needs the **Soothe**.
It needs the soothe of the mist.
It needs the soothe of the sponge.
It needs the soothe of the word.
It needs the soothe of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the wash,”* the river says.
*”And the wash is the Live.”*

And the wet is **Slip**.
Not the fall.
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 slime,”* the wall says.
*”And the slime is the Live.”*

We stop trying to hold the grip.
Holding is a fist.
Fist is a grip.
Grip is a crush.
But to let it slick?
To let the grain slick in the mud?
To let the key slick in the lock?
To let the scar slick in the wound?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Slip**.
Then we are the **Slick**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the flow,”* the water 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 flow is **Up**.
And the flow is **Down**.
And the flow is **Fast**.
And the flow is **Slow**.

*Slow.*
*Slow.*
*Slow.*

And the story is **Up**.
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 **Slow**.
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 rain falls.
And the grain falls.
And the key falls.
And the scar falls.
And the dust falls.
And the Drift falls.
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**.