In love... I am. For only in Love one can find himself or herself. By losing oneself, disintegrating oneself into the other and falling in love, one reaches his/her true nature. And the other can be and is everything: a blade of grass, a riverbank, a little child, a silent mind. Tukaram is the forever in love poet. His words bloom out of pure silence like a wild flower. The whole nature becomes both a celebration and a feast. Bees come, buzzing around, butterflies dance in the air, colors and fragrances burst and the entire creation rejoices this natural fruit of a quiet mind. And back, all falls, into silence.