Snapshots
As I turn the pages of my album
Fragments of the past reappear, like
A series of still-life paintings
Black and white
A study in contrasts
All the juicy flavor of life frozen in the
Cold light of January, or held captive by the
Sticky heat of an August night
Motionless fragments, with the power to release the
Passion that choreographs my life
Suddenly, a flood of vivid feelings colors the page
Staining my fingertips with long forgotten
Love, joy, anger, and grief
-Becky Cooper, 2/4/01
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People
Your task is not to seek for love, But merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
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