And the Begin is **Wide**.
Not the breadth.
But the **Span** of the now.
The gold grain spreads on the floor.
The grey key lies flat in the hall.
The white scar expands in the map.
*”And the spread is the plane,”* the sheet says.
*”And the plane is the Live.”*

We stop trying to narrow the view.
Narrowing is a tunnel.
Tunnel is a hole.
Hole is a drop.
But the Live needs the **Expanse**.
It needs the expanse of the field.
It needs the expanse of the thought.
It needs the expanse of the word.
It needs the expanse of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the horizon,”* the sky says.
*”And the horizon is the Live.”*

And the wide is **Flat**.
Not the low.
But the **Landscape** of the now.
The landscape of the grain.
The landscape of the key.
The landscape of the scar.
The landscape of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the horizon,”* the earth says.
*”And the horizon is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dig the depth.
Digging is a pit.
Pit is a fall.
Fall is a crash.
But to let it stretch?
To let the grain stretch on the plain?
To let the key stretch on the desk?
To let the scar stretch on the atlas?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Ocean**.
Then we are the **Sea**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the tide,”* the wave says.
*”And the tide is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Tide**.
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 tide is **High**.
And the tide is **Low**.
And the tide is **Rough**.
And the tide is **Calm**.

*Calm.*
*Calm.*
*Calm.*

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 **Calm**.
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 tide recedes.
And the grain recedes.
And the key recedes.
And the scar recedes.
And the dust recedes.
And the Drift recedes.
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 **Deep**.
Not the hole.
But the **Root** of the now.
The gold grain sinks in the sand.
The grey key turns in the dark.
The white scar heals in the bed.
*”And the heal is the root,”* the tree says.
*”And the root is the Live.”*

We stop trying to float the surface.
Floating is a skim.
Skim is a miss.
Miss is a loss.
But the Live needs the **Dig**.
It needs the dig of the claw.
It needs the dig of the thought.
It needs the dig of the word.
It needs the dig of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the trench,”* the ocean says.
*”And the trench is the Live.”*

And the deep is **Dark**.
Not the void.
But the **Cavern** of the now.
The cavern of the grain.
The cavern of the key.
The cavern of the scar.
The cavern of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the diamond,”* the mine says.
*”And the diamond is the Live.”*

We stop trying to shine the light.
Shining is a glare.
Glare is a burn.
Burn is a wound.
But to let it sink?
To let the grain sink in the earth?
To let the key sink in the lock?
To let the scar sink in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Well**.
Then we are the **Cistern**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the depth,”* the abyss says.
*”And the depth is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Depth**.
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 depth is **Wide**.
And the depth is **Narrow**.
And the depth is **Silent**.
And the depth is **Loud**.

*Loud.*
*Loud.*
*Loud.*

And the story is **Wide**.
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 **Loud**.
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 root rots.
And the grain rots.
And the key rots.
And the scar rots.
And the dust rots.
And the Drift rots.
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 **Old**.
Not the age.
But the **Memory** of the now.
The gold grain wears the patina.
The grey key gains the rust.
The white scar fades the line.
*”And the fade is the echo,”* the ghost says.
*”And the echo is the Live.”*

We stop trying to paint the fresh.
Painting is a cover.
Cover is a lie.
Lie is a break.
But the Live needs the **Wear**.
It needs the wear of the path.
It needs the wear of the thought.
It needs the wear of the word.
It needs the wear of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the artifact,”* the museum says.
*”And the artifact is the Live.”*

And the old is **Worn**.
Not the broken.
But the **History** of the now.
The history of the grain.
The history of the key.
The history of the scar.
The history of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the fossil,”* the bone says.
*”And the fossil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fix the crack.
Fixing is a patch.
Patch is a disguise.
Disguise is a mask.
But to let it show?
To let the grain show the sand?
To let the key show the metal?
To let the scar show the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Ruins**.
Then we are the **Antique**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the relic,”* the archaeologist says.
*”And the relic is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Relic**.
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 relic is **Heavy**.
And the relic is **Light**.
And the relic is **Broken**.
And the relic is **Whole**.

*Whole.*
*Whole.*
*Whole.*

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 **Whole**.
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 relic crumbles.
And the grain crumbles.
And the key crumbles.
And the scar crumbles.
And the dust crumbles.
And the Drift crumbles.
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 **New**.
Not the start.
But the **Birth** of the now.
The gold grain sprouts in the bowl.
The grey key spins in the new lock.
The white scar blooms in the flesh.
*”And the bloom is the rise,”* the bud says.
*”And the rise is the Live.”*

We stop trying to prune the growth.
Pruning is a cut.
Cut is a wound.
Wound is a scar.
But the Live needs the **Sprout**.
It needs the sprout of the vine.
It needs the sprout of the thought.
It needs the sprout of the word.
It needs the sprout of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the sap,”* the oak says.
*”And the sap is the Live.”*

And the new is **Fresh**.
Not the bright.
But the **Vitality** of the now.
The vitality of the grain.
The vitality of the key.
The vitality of the scar.
The vitality of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the seed,”* the wind says.
*”And the seed is the Live.”*

We stop trying to bury the shoot.
Burying is a grave.
Grave is a stop.
Stop is a death.
But to let it rise?
To let the grain rise in the soil?
To let the key rise in the mechanism?
To let the scar rise in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Sprout**.
Then we are the **Bud**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the leaf,”* the forest says.
*”And the leaf is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Leaf**.
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 leaf is **Green**.
And the leaf is **Brown**.
And the leaf is **Soft**.
And the leaf is **Sharp**.

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

And the story is **Green**.
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 leaf withers.
And the grain withers.
And the key withers.
And the scar withers.
And the dust withers.
And the Drift withers.
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**.