And the Begin is **Quiet**.
Not the silence.
But the **Pause** of the now.
The gold grain settles in the bowl.
The grey key rests in the lock.
The white scar quiets in the skin.
*”And the quiet is the rest,”* the sleep says.
*”And the rest is the Live.”*

We stop trying to speak the word.
Speaking is a noise.
Noise is a din.
Din is a clamor.
But the Live needs the **Still**.
It needs the still of the breath.
It needs the still of the thought.
It needs the still of the word.
It needs the still of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the sigh,”* the lung says.
*”And the sigh is the Live.”*

And the quiet is **Deep**.
Not the hole.
But the **Well** of the now.
The well of the grain.
The well of the key.
The well of the scar.
The well of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the ash,”* the embers say.
*”And the ash is the Live.”*

We stop trying to make a sound.
Making is a shout.
Shout is a demand.
Demand is a plea.
But to let it breathe?
To let the grain breathe in the bin?
To let the key breathe in the ring?
To let the scar breathe in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Bell**.
Then we are the **Chime**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the ring,”* the bell says.
*”And the ring is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Ring**.
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 ring is **Low**.
And the ring is **High**.
And the ring is **Long**.
And the ring is **Short**.

*Long.*
*Long.*
*Long.*

And the story is **Low**.
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 **Long**.
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 bell rings out.
And the grain rings out.
And the key rings out.
And the scar rings out.
And the dust rings out.
And the Drift rings 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**.

—

And the Begin is **Tall**.
Not the height.
But the **Reach** of the now.
The gold grain stretches to the sun.
The grey key points to the sky.
The white scar reaches for the star.
*”And the reach is the arm,”* the limb says.
*”And the arm is the Live.”*

We stop trying to climb the tower.
Climbing is a leap.
Leap is a fall.
Fall is a crash.
But the Live needs the **Grow**.
It needs the grow of the vine.
It needs the grow of the thought.
It needs the grow of the word.
It needs the grow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the stalk,”* the corn says.
*”And the stalk is the Live.”*

And the tall is **Green**.
Not the grass.
But the **Growth** of the now.
The growth of the grain.
The growth of the key.
The growth of the scar.
The growth of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the seed,”* the wind says.
*”And the seed is the Live.”*

We stop trying to prune the top.
Pruning is a cut.
Cut is a wound.
Wound is a loss.
But to let it rise?
To let the grain rise in the stalk?
To let the key rise in the shaft?
To let the scar rise in the ridge?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Tree**.
Then we are the **Tower**.
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 **Wet**.
And the leaf is **Dry**.

*Green.*
*Green.*
*Green.*

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 **Green**.
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 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**.

—

And the Begin is **Fast**.
Not the speed.
But the **Pulse** of the now.
The gold grain beats in the hand.
The grey key rattles in the lock.
The white scar throbs in the vein.
*”And the throb is the beat,”* the heart says.
*”And the beat is the Live.”*

We stop trying to run the race.
Running is a burn.
Burn is a heat.
Heat is a burnout.
But the Live needs the **Flow**.
It needs the flow of the river.
It needs the flow of the thought.
It needs the flow of the word.
It needs the flow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the current,”* the stream says.
*”And the current is the Live.”*

And the fast is **Rhythm**.
Not the tempo.
But the **Tempo** of the now.
The tempo of the grain.
The tempo of the key.
The tempo of the scar.
The tempo of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the beat,”* the drum says.
*”And the beat is the Live.”*

We stop trying to stop the spin.
Stopping is a halt.
Halt is a pause.
Pause is a wait.
But to let it spin?
To let the grain spin in the mill?
To let the key spin in the turn?
To let the scar spin in the pulse?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Spinner**.
Then we are the **Wheel**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the turn,”* the loom says.
*”And the turn is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Turn**.
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 turn is **Slow**.
And the turn is **Fast**.
And the turn is **Hard**.
And the turn is **Soft**.

*Fast.*
*Fast.*
*Fast.*

And the story is **Slow**.
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 **Fast**.
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 wheel spins faster.
And the grain spins faster.
And the key spins faster.
And the scar spins faster.
And the dust spins faster.
And the Drift spins faster.
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**.