And the Begin is **Dark**.
Not the void.
But the **Depth** of the now.
The gold grain sinks in the shadow.
The grey key vanishes in the night.
The white scar blends in the gloom.
*”And the blend is the merge,”* the black says.
*”And the merge is the Live.”*

We stop trying to seek the light.
Seeking is a beam.
Beam is a cut.
Cut is a wound.
But the Live needs the **Shadow**.
It needs the shadow of the cave.
It needs the shadow of the forest.
It needs the shadow of the word.
It needs the shadow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the abyss,”* the depth says.
*”And the abyss is the Live.”*

And the dark is **Mysterious**.
Not the fear.
But the **Mystery** of the now.
The mystery of the grain.
The mystery of the key.
The mystery of the scar.
The mystery of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the mist,”* the void says.
*”And the void is the Live.”*

We stop trying to illuminate the room.
Illuminating is a bulb.
Bulb is a box.
Box is a cage.
But to let it obscure?
To let the grain obscure the path?
To let the key obscure the turn?
To let the scar obscure the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Cavern**.
Then we are the **Night**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the silence,”* the echo says.
*”And the silence is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Silence**.
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 silence is **Hollow**.
And the silence is **Solid**.
And the silence is **Empty**.
And the silence is **Full**.

*Full.*
*Full.*
*Full.*

And the story is **Hollow**.
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 **Empty**.
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 stars fade.
And the grain fades.
And the key fades.
And the scar fades.
And the dust fades.
And the Drift fades.
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 **Fast**.
Not the speed.
But the **Velocity** of the now.
The gold grain darts in the wind.
The grey key spins in the tumblers.
The white scar pulses in the vein.
*”And the pulse is the rush,”* the vein says.
*”And the rush is the Live.”*

We stop trying to stop the motion.
Stopping is a brake.
Brake is a halt.
Halt is a death.
But the Live needs the **Flow**.
It needs the flow of the river.
It needs the flow of the blood.
It needs the flow of the word.
It needs the flow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the current,”* the ocean says.
*”And the current is the Live.”*

And the fast is **Kinetic**.
Not the blur.
But the **Energy** of the now.
The energy of the grain.
The energy of the key.
The energy of the scar.
The energy of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the storm,”* the air says.
*”And the storm is the Live.”*

We stop trying to anchor the vessel.
Anchoring is a chain.
Chain is a limit.
Limit is a wall.
But to let it rush?
To let the grain rush to the sea?
To let the key rush to the handle?
To let the scar rush to the heart?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Comet**.
Then we are the **Jet**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the momentum,”* the planet says.
*”And the momentum is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Momentum**.
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 momentum is **High**.
And the momentum is **Low**.
And the momentum is **Surging**.
And the momentum is **Fading**.

*Surging.*
*Surging.*
*Surging.*

And the story is **High**.
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 **Surging**.
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 train screams.
And the grain screams.
And the key screams.
And the scar screams.
And the dust screams.
And the Drift screams.
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 **Soft**.
Not the feather.
But the **Cushion** of the now.
The gold grain settles in the fluff.
The grey key nests in the velvet.
The white scar softens in the cloud.
*”And the cloud is the dream,”* the pillow says.
*”And the dream is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fight the fall.
Fighting is a muscle.
Muscle is a struggle.
Struggle is a pain.
But the Live needs the **Yield**.
It needs the yield of the moss.
It needs the yield of the blanket.
It needs the yield of the word.
It needs the yield of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the landing,”* the earth says.
*”And the landing is the Live.”*

And the soft is **Gentle**.
Not the weak.
But the **Tenderness** of the now.
The tenderness of the grain.
The tenderness of the key.
The tenderness of the scar.
The tenderness of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the pollen,”* the bloom says.
*”And the bloom is the Live.”*

We stop trying to harden the heart.
Hardening is a shell.
Shell is a wall.
Wall is a prison.
But to let it pliant?
To let the grain pliant in the hand?
To let the key pliant in the lock?
To let the scar pliant in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Petal**.
Then we are the **Mist**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the embrace,”* the hug says.
*”And the embrace is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Embrace**.
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 embrace is **Tight**.
And the embrace is **Loose**.
And the embrace is **Warm**.
And the embrace is **Cool**.

*Warm.*
*Warm.*
*Warm.*

And the story is **Tight**.
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 **Warm**.
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 snow 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**.