Meditation: On Love

(Image credit: Apartment Therapy)
  Measuring time is the work
  of those who haven't loved.
  I forgot the sand that was falling
  grain by grain by grain.
  That's how I accomplished love.
  When my time comes I won't know
  if it's my arrival
  or my departure,
  only that in life I paid 
  relentlessly what the god of fire
  charged me.
  		--Ana Ilce Gomez

I discovered the poem above on a New York City bus about ten years ago. It was printed on a poster as part of Streetfare Journal, the adspace “magazine” edited by George Evans. The poster was torn, so the bus driver let me bring it home, where it remains as one of the best gifts I’ve ever received.