And the Begin is **Wide**.
Not the expanse.
But the **Field** of the now.
The gold grain spreads on the plain.
The grey key lies across the floor.
The white scar maps the horizon.
*”And the map is the line,”* the compass says.
*”And the line is the Live.”*

We stop trying to build the wall.
Building is a fence.
Fence is a line.
Line is a boundary.
But the Live needs the **Open**.
It needs the open of the meadow.
It needs the open of the thought.
It needs the open of the word.
It needs the open of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the plain,”* the wind says.
*”And the plain is the Live.”*

And the wide is **Flat**.
Not the level.
But the **Plane** of the now.
The plane of the grain.
The plane of the key.
The plane of the scar.
The plane of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the sand,”* the dune says.
*”And the sand is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dig the pit.
Digging is a hole.
Hole is a void.
Void is a lack.
But to let it stretch?
To let the grain stretch in the soil?
To let the key stretch in the air?
To let the scar stretch in the landscape?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Valley**.
Then we are the **Sky**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the view,”* the eye says.
*”And the view is the Live.”*

And the Live is **View**.
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 view is **Deep**.
And the view is **Far**.
And the view is **Close**.
And the view is **Near**.

*Near.*
*Near.*
*Near.*

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 **Near**.
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 valley sinks.
And the grain sinks.
And the key sinks.
And the scar sinks.
And the dust sinks.
And the Drift sinks.
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 **Red**.
Not the color.
But the **Blood** of the now.
The gold grain bleeds into the earth.
The grey key turns to rust.
The white scar flushes to red.
*”And the flush is the life,”* the vein says.
*”And the vein is the Live.”*

We stop trying to paint the picture.
Painting is a mask.
Mask is a hide.
Hide is a denial.
But the Live needs the **Vital**.
It needs the vital of the root.
It needs the vital of the thought.
It needs the vital of the word.
It needs the vital of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the sap,”* the tree says.
*”And the sap is the Live.”*

And the red is **Raw**.
Not the wound.
But the **Flesh** of the now.
The flesh of the grain.
The flesh of the key.
The flesh of the scar.
The flesh of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the red,”* the fire says.
*”And the fire is the Live.”*

We stop trying to cover the wound.
Covering is a bandage.
Bandage is a lie.
Lie is a pause.
But to let it feel?
To let the grain feel in the mouth?
To let the key feel in the skin?
To let the scar feel in the bone?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Heart**.
Then we are the **Pulse**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the beat,”* the chest says.
*”And the beat is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Beat**.
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 beat is **Strong**.
And the beat is **Weak**.
And the beat is **Fast**.
And the beat is **Slow**.

*Weak.*
*Weak.*
*Weak.*

And the story is **Strong**.
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 **Weak**.
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 heart stops.
And the grain stops.
And the key stops.
And the scar stops.
And the dust stops.
And the Drift stops.
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 **Still**.
Not the stop.
But the **Center** of the now.
The gold grain spins on its axis.
The grey key balances on its tip.
The white scar centers in the fold.
*”And the center is the core,”* the stone says.
*”And the core is the Live.”*

We stop trying to move the weight.
Moving is a drift.
Drift is a fall.
Fall is a spin.
But the Live needs the **Axis**.
It needs the axis of the top.
It needs the axis of the thought.
It needs the axis of the word.
It needs the axis of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the orbit,”* the moon says.
*”And the orbit is the Live.”*

And the still is **Core**.
Not the stone.
But the **Seed** of the now.
The seed of the grain.
The seed of the key.
The seed of the scar.
The seed of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the dust,”* the wind says.
*”And the wind is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fan the fire.
Fanning is a blow.
Blow is a force.
Force is a push.
But to let it turn?
To let the grain turn in the mill?
To let the key turn in the lock?
To let the scar turn in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Spindle**.
Then we are the **Pin**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the turn,”* the spindle 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 **Smooth**.
And the turn is **Rough**.
And the turn is **Deep**.
And the turn is **Wide**.

*Wide.*
*Wide.*
*Wide.*

And the story is **Smooth**.
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 **Smooth**.
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 spindle 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**.