Mahasamadhi

 I am so drawn to inner silence.

There are times I wonder, 

What if I go in deeper and deeper and do not come out of it?

That would be a blessing. A mahasamadhi.

The way a yogi can choose to go.

Go into meditation and slip over to the other side.

I thought of a loved one of mine,

Who wanted to die, to go to her heavenly father’s house.

To be with Jesus and the saints and angels.

She has suffered horribly and is still suffering.

Yet she lingers on.

Is it so hard to die?

I hope I will be able to go like Yogananda.

He knew he was going to leave that day.

He intoned the words about his beloved India,

“I am hallowed, my body touched that sod.”

Upon saying that, he dropped to the floor and was gone.

I like to go that way.

Choosing my time when my time on this earth ceased to be.