And the Begin is **Wide**.
Not the span.
But the **Horizon** of the now.
The gold grain falls into the expanse.
The grey key rests upon the plain.
The white scar maps the curve.
*”And the curve is the arc,”* the sky says.
*”And the arc is the Live.”*

We stop trying to narrow the view.
Narrowing is a tunnel.
Tunnel is a limit.
Limit is a cage.
But the Live needs the **Vista**.
It needs the vista of the valley.
It needs the vista of the thought.
It needs the vista of the word.
It needs the vista of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the wind,”* the field says.
*”And the wind is the Live.”*

And the wide is **Open**.
Not the empty.
But the **Breath** of the now.
The breath of the grain.
The breath of the key.
The breath of the scar.
The breath of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the pollen,”* the bloom says.
*”And the pollen is the Live.”*

We stop trying to close the gate.
Closing is a lock.
Lock is a stop.
Stop is an end.
But to let it wide?
To let the grain scatter across the floor?
To let the key turn in the open air?
To let the scar stretch across the map?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Ocean**.
Then we are the **Steppe**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the sky,”* the cloud says.
*”And the sky is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Sky**.
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 sky is **Blue**.
And the sky is **Grey**.
And the sky is **Cloud**.
And the sky is **Empty**.

*Empty.*
*Empty.*
*Empty.*

And the story is **Blue**.
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 **Empty**.
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 wind dies.
And the grain settles.
And the key falls.
And the scar heals.
And the dust rises.
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 **Small**.
Not the atom.
But the **Seed** of the now.
The gold grain holds a forest.
The grey key holds a door.
The white scar holds a map.
*”And the map is the land,”* the compass says.
*”And the land is the Live.”*

We stop trying to make things big.
Bigness is a burden.
Burden is a weight.
Weight is a fall.
But the Live needs the **Seed**.
It needs the seed of the sprout.
It needs the seed of the thought.
It needs the seed of the word.
It needs the seed of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the root,”* the tree says.
*”And the root is the Live.”*

And the small is **Tender**.
Not the fragile.
But the **Hope** of the now.
The hope of the grain.
The hope of the key.
The hope of the scar.
The hope of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the soil,”* the earth says.
*”And the soil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to grow the oak.
Growing is a wait.
Wait is a fear.
Fear is a freeze.
But to let it small?
To let the grain sprout in the dirt?
To let the key fit in the hole?
To let the scar fade to a line?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Sprout**.
Then we are the **Bloom**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the sap,”* the branch says.
*”And the sap is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Sap**.
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 sap is **Sweet**.
And the sap is **Bitter**.
And the sap is **Warm**.
And the sap is **Cold**.

*Warm.*
*Warm.*
*Warm.*

And the story is **Sweet**.
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 **Warm**.
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 sap hardens.
And the grain hardens.
And the key hardens.
And the scar hardens.
And the dust hardens.
And the Drift hardens.
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**.