The Leeward Side

There is a moment when the senses fade their beating on the walls of personhood. It is the moment when the test begins, the probe into the secret places of the earth, the waiting places on the leeward isles that drum into our hearts, the flaming places set apart because they set ablaze the mystery of doubt. Such is the stuff of longing, not the blatant hunger to possess called forth from every lorelei of greed. Heroic need is drawn from deep within the wellspring of desire that core of humankind, the inner child that loves through tears, that hopes in faith and sends out affirmations of aplomb to shame the day. It is the leeward side, assailable, that draws the kisses of the wind— the side most ready with its open heart to sing of beauty, to feed the mind, to fuel the passion for a truth we would not see inside the storm. This is the matrix of a true desire, the peace to live in joy, to love in bold extravagance, to be, that all be well and even bravest hearts may swell. ~