Inspired by change, challenge and creativity. I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise. As he calls across the meadow and the forest far and wide. Does he see what I see with my wizened hazel eyes? Yes, I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise.

Notes found on the refrigerator August 2015. Silence is a noise we try to avoid. Whether in conversation, in loneliness,. Or, when we are bored. When it is present, it opens the door. With no mind, to a room softly making love. To no one, in no space, for nothing. We kiss our mind gently good-bye;. Entering where our heart is,. Dancing to the music, of a silent chord. Can-Can leaves dancing in frenzy. Fluttering in the same direction,.

Nine years I have been in Blogsville, and over the time, my friends have christened me with nicknames. But having written under a pen-name for a long time, they call me by that name Leo. A bit of the real me, and a bit of the poet in me.

Different times, different thoughts. It once came across an angel. My abode being of a certain age. In a dream I came upon a plan. A living, breathing, organism. Mute witness to the cyclicality of civilization. And the linearity of time.