Dear Leonard

Dear Leonard,
What I love about
you is your disarming
honesty, and your
willingness to
be vulnerable and
ordinary in a world
built on the values of fame.

In the Buddhist way,
you saw all the frailty
and the potential in you,
sweetened by that
uninhibited warm and that
smile that seems to belie
the darkness of your penetrating art.

No, I am not a fan,
not in the usual way
of the world, but I feel
the honour of having
followed your journey
and read your thoughts
as a steady inspiration
for my own.

For the many that
feel as if do, there
is the sense in which
you have not died truly
and that you are indeed
reincarnated in all
of us who believe
that through our art
we can change the world.