To The Writers And Poets Poem by david lessard

to Ayn Rand, who taught me to be an individual,
before I realized I was one already,
to Robert Pirsig, who made rides on motorcycles,
a trip in itself,
to Bertrand Russell, who told me, why he was not a Christian,
and to the Apostle Paul, who converted me to one.
to Edward Abbey, who took me down rivers in the desert
and opened my mind to it's harsh beauty.
to Wayne Dyer, who pointed out my erroneous zones and
what I could do to rectify them.
to Somerset Maugham, who made me wonder in The Razor's Edge
and made me see Art in The Moon and Sixpence.
to Baba Ram Dass who made me laugh with Still Here.
to Jess Lair, who opened my eyes with I Ain't Much Baby, But
I'm All I Got.
to Leo Bascaglia, a big hug, for his book, LOVE.
to the Monks of New Skete, New York, for The Secret of Happiness.
to the Dali Lama, for giving me stability in a world lacking it.
to Robert W. Service, for making the Northern Lights brighter.
to Edna St. Vincent Millay, for making sorrow bearable.
to Emily Dickinson, for her illuminating insights in poetry.
to all the writers and poets that open doors to the mind, body
and soul, Thank You!