Excuse

"Layam vraja... Dissolve now!"
~Ashtavakra

Love is just an excuse
to be ourselves.
When I am nothing
but me,
and you are nothing
but you,
we are crazy
about each other.
it can't be helped.
Then, remaining just
as they are,
the stars form necklaces,
a crown and
sparkling slippers
with which I adorn
the perfectly dark and
naked body
of your night.
A flower can feel it,
blossoming in silence.
A cloud knows it,
moving in the blues
of stillness.
A breath needs no path,
but softly follows itself
back to the Giver.
Then why should I linger
in prayers
and questions?
Why not dissolve now
into what I Am?