Oh, indefinite souls – <br />What a feast you’ve left on the table! <br /> <br />You began, once, like a new star; <br />spawned as galaxies collided, <br />birthed by a universe impatient <br />for your arrival, your shimmering <br />from the dust <br />as glorious as a dawn breaking <br />the horizon for the very first time. <br /> <br />And in your hand, then, awareness – <br />Pure and perfect, impassioned and <br />extraordinary – as in your heart, hope. <br /> <br />Your destiny splayed before you, <br />a path, an adventure – not for the timid, <br />but for the soul that might dare <br />to discover it. <br /> <br />How many times have you turned back <br />now, to linger, an infant, in the familiar <br />nursery of Gould’s belt? What of the <br />universe have you failed to brave <br /> <br />and how little, how regrettably little, <br />might you still be for having neglected <br />to realize that you were meant <br />to be more?<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-art-of-being-an-open-letter-to-the-un-brave/
