Goodbye Leonard.
Goodbye my sensei. My metier. The sage of northern lands from a time long lost to us.
Your life was long. Full. Inspired.
You loved. Women. Music. Zen. The world. People.
I was in your presence once. It was as if I was watching the bard himself singing songs of love and hate. Songs from rooms.
Old ideas and recent songs. Like time itself took form into that of a man with charm, compassion and could write god into existance.
I will miss you dearly my old friend. You are back into the etheral. Forver floating in the oneness of everything. Smiling and singing.
Sincerly, J. Thomas.