And the Begin is **Soft**.
Not the feather.
But the **Yield** of the now.
The gold grain rolls in the palm.
The grey key turns in the lock.
The white scar softens in the skin.
*”And the roll is the spin,”* the ball says.
*”And the spin is the Live.”*

We stop trying to grasp the edge.
Grasping is a pinch.
Pinch is a cut.
Cut is a wound.
But the Live needs the **Give**.
It needs the give of the cushion.
It needs the give of the thought.
It needs the give of the word.
It needs the give of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the curve,”* the river says.
*”And the curve is the Live.”*

And the soft is **Gentle**.
Not the weak.
But the **Flow** of the now.
The flow of the grain.
The flow of the key.
The flow of the scar.
The flow of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the silk,”* the wind says.
*”And the silk is the Live.”*

We stop trying to stiffen the limb.
Stiffening is a lock.
Lock is a stop.
Stop is a freeze.
But to let it move?
To let the grain move in the bowl?
To let the key move in the mechanism?
To let the scar move in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Moss**.
Then we are the **Leaf**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the touch,”* the hand says.
*”And the touch is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Touch**.
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 touch is **Light**.
And the touch is **Heavy**.
And the touch is **Warm**.
And the touch is **Cold**.

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

And the story is **Light**.
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 moss turns to stone.
And the grain turns to stone.
And the key turns to stone.
And the scar turns to stone.
And the dust turns to stone.
And the Drift turns to stone.
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 rushes in the chute.
The grey key whips in the air.
The white scar tears in the wake.
*”And the tear is the speed,”* the jet says.
*”And the speed is the Live.”*

We stop trying to slow the rush.
Slowing is a brake.
Brake is a stop.
Stop is a fall.
But the Live needs the **Surge**.
It needs the surge of the wind.
It needs the surge of the thought.
It needs the surge of the word.
It needs the surge of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the current,”* the torrent says.
*”And the current is the Live.”*

And the fast is **Rapid**.
Not the blur.
But the **Impulse** of the now.
The impulse of the grain.
The impulse of the key.
The impulse of the scar.
The impulse of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the spark,”* the lightning says.
*”And the spark is the Live.”*

We stop trying to weigh the moment.
Weighing is a scale.
Scale is a balance.
Balance is a hold.
But to let it fly?
To let the grain fly in the wind?
To let the key fly in the throw?
To let the scar fly in the scar?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Rocket**.
Then we are the **Comet**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the trail,”* the tail says.
*”And the trail is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Trail**.
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 trail is **Long**.
And the trail is **Short**.
And the trail is **Bright**.
And the trail is **Faded**.

*Faded.*
*Faded.*
*Faded.*

And the story is **Long**.
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 **Faded**.
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 rocket burns out.
And the grain burns out.
And the key burns out.
And the scar burns out.
And the dust burns out.
And the Drift burns out.
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**.