A Draft called "When"

When
(dedicated to my greatest muse Momma India and to you the reader taht inspires me, supports me, hoping this piece brings a smile to your face, or a tear to your eye)

When the bucket water for a shower is warm
When the Western shower is cold
When the squat toliet smells like shit
When the Western toliet has no T.P. and you use your left hand
When your breakfast is either oatmeal, cup of juice or soymilk, salty dosa, handful of almonds, handful of raisains, or sugar sweet dates
When your lunch costs $1.50 and is greater than any lunch you ever had in your life e.g. potoe pea curry, bitter gourds, cucs, beets, carrotts, desert, basmati rice w/ ghee and so on....
When you wake up at 5 am to do 2 hours of sadhana daily e.g. mantra meditation, pranyama, asana, shamata, etc.
When I'm content w/o an "i Pod" listening to a ten year old discman w/ scratched cds that skip
When my "television" is listening to my discman bought at "the Wiz' in Money Makin' Manhattan aged 19 circa 1998
When I listen to John Fruscinate, best friend on acoustic LP, and kirtan w/ Bhagavan Das and Krishna Das until my ears shake and recharagable batteries die
When all of the above don't matter
When I experience all, some, or none of these in a given day, yet still smile or weep another day lived in the beauty and chaos of Momma India,
yet fall asleep after shamata meditation and lying in shavasana corpse pose