When pain
ceases to make you suffer.
When
solitude over shallow company you prefer.
When body
and mind are not
your highest
sources of pleasure.
When you
drink from the nectar of divinity
and bathe in
joyous stream eternally.
When the
other is not your only friend.
When being
alone is not being lonely.
When closing
your eyes takes you to a trance,
when going
within is a mirthful romance,
when peace
performs a perennial dance,
when compassion
to flow spares not a chance.
When a caged
bird is not your beloved
but the one
flying freely in the sky.
When you
need not possess to feel loved,
her absence won't make you feel unloved.
When the
world loses its power to ruffle you,
when the
events around can’t so much as touch you.
When you’re
solid like a rock and yet gentle like a dove,
then you
know you’ve found the fount of true love.
