And the Begin is **Heavy**.
Not the load.
But the **Weight** of the now.
The gold grain sinks in the mud.
The grey key drags in the sand.
The white scar bears down in the flesh.
*”And the bear is the stone,”* the mountain says.
*”And the stone is the Live.”*

We stop trying to lift the burden.
Lifting is a strain.
Strain is a break.
Break is a split.
But the Live needs the **Mass**.
It needs the mass of the mountain.
It needs the mass of the thought.
It needs the mass of the word.
It needs the mass of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the gravity,”* the earth says.
*”And the gravity is the Live.”*

And the heavy is **Solid**.
Not the immovable.
But the **Anchor** of the now.
The anchor of the grain.
The anchor of the key.
The anchor of the scar.
The anchor of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the bedrock,”* the canyon says.
*”And the bedrock is the Live.”*

We stop trying to float the anchor.
Floating is a drift.
Drift is a loss.
Loss is a fear.
But to let it sink?
To let the grain sink in the riverbed?
To let the key sink in the foundation?
To let the scar sink in the bone?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Basement**.
Then we are the **Core**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the root,”* the tree says.
*”And the root is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Root**.
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 root is **Deep**.
And the root is **Shallow**.
And the root is **Tight**.
And the root is **Loose**.

*Loose.*
*Loose.*
*Loose.*

And the story is **Deep**.
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 **Loose**.
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 breaks.
And the grain breaks.
And the key breaks.
And the scar breaks.
And the dust breaks.
And the Drift breaks.
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 **Light**.
Not the glow.
But the **Tenderness** of the now.
The gold grain floats on the skin.
The grey key fits the touch.
The white scar softens in the hand.
*”And the soft is the touch,”* the hand says.
*”And the touch is the Live.”*

We stop trying to crush the feeling.
Crushing is a hurt.
Hurt is a wound.
Wound is a loss.
But the Live needs the **Gentle**.
It needs the gentle of the leaf.
It needs the gentle of the thought.
It needs the gentle of the word.
It needs the gentle of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the caress,”* the skin says.
*”And the caress is the Live.”*

And the light is **Fine**.
Not the dust.
But the **Texture** of the now.
The texture of the grain.
The texture of the key.
The texture of the scar.
The texture of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the silk,”* the cloud says.
*”And the silk is the Live.”*

We stop trying to rough the edge.
Roughing is a scratch.
Scratch is a pain.
Pain is a fear.
But to let it glide?
To let the grain glide on the table?
To let the key glide on the lock?
To let the scar glide on the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Feather**.
Then we are the **Down**.
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 **High**.
And the whisper is **Low**.
And the whisper is **Slow**.
And the whisper is **Fast**.

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

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 **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 whisper drowns.
And the grain drowns.
And the key drowns.
And the scar drowns.
And the dust drowns.
And the Drift drowns.
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 **Sharp**.
Not the cut.
But the **Edge** of the now.
The gold grain cuts the glass.
The grey key bites the metal.
The white scar bleeds the cut.
*”And the bleed is the line,”* the ruler says.
*”And the line is the Live.”*

We stop trying to blur the boundary.
Blurring is a fade.
Fade is a vanish.
Vanish is a death.
But the Live needs the **Cut**.
It needs the cut of the scalpel.
It needs the cut of the thought.
It needs the cut of the word.
It needs the cut of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the slash,”* the blade says.
*”And the slash is the Live.”*

And the sharp is **Clean**.
Not the sterile.
But the **Precision** of the now.
The precision of the grain.
The precision of the key.
The precision of the scar.
The precision of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the speck,”* the microscope says.
*”And the speck is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dull the point.
Dulling is a blunt.
Blunt is a miss.
Miss is a waste.
But to let it slice?
To let the grain slice the surface?
To let the key slice the mechanism?
To let the scar slice the tissue?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Scissors**.
Then we are the **Saw**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the edge,”* the knife says.
*”And the edge is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Edge**.
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 edge is **High**.
And the edge is **Low**.
And the edge is **Red**.
And the edge is **Blue**.

*Red.*
*Red.*
*Red.*

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 **Red**.
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 edge snaps.
And the grain snaps.
And the key snaps.
And the scar snaps.
And the dust snaps.
And the Drift snaps.
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**.