Poem: Flight of a Soaring Eagle. A Dedication to Emge (Madan) By Surabhi
"When a storm is coming, except the eagle, all other birds seek shelter. It avoids the storm by flying above it. So too, in the storms of life, may your Heart soar like an eagle." - (Anonymous)
High up above the mighty Lord of thunder,
They dwell among the heaven-gleaming sky-blue wonder.
Battling around swiftly silvered diving wings,
As the strong wind rushes and yet sorrowfully sings.
Tears from their families, anxious through the night,
Constantly in prayer, for an uneventful flight.
Surging o'er the mountains, upwards to the stars,
Hounded by the enemy, a cockpit style sky-wars.
Courage in the Heart; vigilance in the eye,
Cockpit pilots valiant, daring, many of them die.
Facing powerful missiles, as they do their runs,
Extremely brave men they are, with skilful twist and turns.
So loneliness swamps our brave men in the sky,
The devoted call of country, pushes them to fly.
They protect our sacred land; while death they do defy,
Hovering, unvanquished; rarely question why.
They're the lethal drop of fire, at the edge of freedom's spear,
They're the soaring cockpit eagles that the brutal tyrants fear.
They have us all amazed, by conquering foes and trampling death,
As such we bow with pride for pilots giving, till their dying breath.
And so from unseen depths their Souls alone, know quite the thrill of flight,
For our comrades are well versed with combat, in darkness and in Light.
With singleness of purpose, they often flew the infinitude,
So let us all extend our Hearts, embracing them with gratitude.
©Copyright, Feb 27th. Surabhi Kaura/ Small input from Manatita 13.3.16.
Aerial Combat
Have you been or know of a friend or family in aerial combat?
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Both of your tributes are amazing. It is a great idea to give tributes to those who deserve it. I am always stunned by the thought process and use of words by you both.
A great tribute to our flying pilots who dedicate their lives for our country's defence and protection. The lines convey great meaning with a sorrowful note. Thanks for sharing it.
What a lovely poem. it made my heart flutter that there is so much goodness in the world. Thank you Manatita
Abhimanyu, You're a good soul. I wanted to send you a copy of my manuscript, My Guru, Sri Chinmoy: Life and Teachings. Let me know if you wish for this.
I am thrilled by your loving comment to Surabhi and I. She's having fun in India, and should be back soon. All my love to you and your noble Heart.
VentatachariM, You too are a good man. I have actually stopped writing here for a while, but I had made a promise to Madan and I like keeping my promises.
Yes, yes, there are usually sorrow in sacrifice. They go together, like the Christ and the Cross. Thank you so much, my Friend. God bless you.
Madan, so this, as you know, is the second one I promised. Surabhi is in Delhi somewhere having fun, I hope. So I simply fine-tuned this poem on her behalf.
Blush ...blush ...you are a wonderful Soul, and I like to think that Surabhi and I, are not too bad ourselves. Much Gratitude. In Love and Light.
Yes, Manatita but I do not know how is that possible. I am in India and I can not buy the book as I do not have enough money and I cannot take it for free either as it is against my ethics. Thank you and one day I will buy that book as I have only started working so the day will come soon. I hope they deliver the book in India.
Ha ha ha ha ....my Teacher, who is Bengali, would probably laugh. On one level, you are right, on another level, the level of Yoga, I'm not so sure. Spirituality is infinitely higher than the moral law; than ethics.
The first Spiritual book I read in 1982 is called: The Path: Autobiography of a Western Yogi by Swami Kriyananda. One of the lessons I learnt there is that when one duty classes with another, the greater should always take precedence.
Bhishma was such a great and noble Soul! He was one of the few who really knew who Sri Krishna was. Yet he felt duty-bound and when the war started, he fought on the side of the blind King. True there were all sorts of inner forces at play, but Sri Chinmoy teaches that when the chips are down, the greatest duty is to take God's side.
The Buddha successfully won a case, even though he knew nothing about the Law. "Please Your Worship." He said to the Judge. "Now tell me, who is greater. He who gives life, or he who takes life?" The Judge could not answer in this particular story, and the Buddha won his case.
Morality and ethics are really very inferior to Spirituality, and Indian stories depict this a lot. I can tell you many! Do you know the one about the Saint whose feet was pointing towards the statue? The head pundit was so enraged that he not only told him off, but swung his feet away.
The Statue then began to move and would place itself, wherever the Saints feet was. The Pundit realised his mistake and left the Saint alone.
Truly speaking - as is everything else - morality and ethics are essential, or we would sink to the level of the brute. Still, when we truly enter the Spiritual life; the life of real Yoga, all these things like praying to the East or West; bathing in the Ganges at certain times; fasting on certain days, all become secondary. All we ever have is the present NOW, The Eternal Now; The Sacrament of the Present Moment. Tomorrow is not yours or mines.
A lot here my brother. All lovingly, of course. I thank you, because you gave me an opportunity to teach. I will send this letter to you, and once you answer, then I will get your email. I can then send you the manuscript as an attachment. As simple as that. I am not a money-orientated Soul, my Brother.
I am a servant of the Supreme. Nimmita matram Bhava savvyasachin. I am a mere instrument of His. Om Shanti! - Manatita
Manatita I have realised my fault and thank you for this. I have sent you the mail. Thanks again.
Had a short nap. Was tired. Knew you would understand. I feel that you are a loving Soul. There is the road of the Mind, which is full of shadows and again there is the road of the Heart. The Heart-Garden has many beautiful and fragrant flowers. Strive to walk in the garden of the Heart. Much Love.
Been browsing your hubs manatita, and I've come to one conclusion.....................................................YOU'RE A GOOD MAN.
Beautiful tribute to the poetess and the pilots. You keep our thoughts and visions looking upward. Excellent!
Exactly what I needed to read today, a touch of beauty, a shout out to peacefulness, a verbal embrace of love.....thank you my friend.
Dwight, I thank you. It is folks like you that keep me here. I'm a writer and sometimes I wish to do my books, but I feel that there is still a need for me to continue. I see your beauty, not only here but elsewhere. You see my Light, because you also have this Light. Higher blessings.
Hi Dee, I took a little rest again. I am fulfilling a promise to Madan, but it seems I'm still needed. Who knows the ways of the Lord? God bless, my very Dear Friend.
Bill that is so sweet! I took a short rest but have been writing, actually. You do so much! I wish you many loving and healing thoughts and perhaps I'll do another for you. Always good to see you, my Friend, and a pleasure to know you too. In Love and Light.
Greetings and thank you to all.
In Chandigarh, India, my Dear. Manatita, you have done an excellent work with this poem, and so the entire credit goes to my Acharaya ji. Gratitude and lots of LOVE.
Awesome!!! Congratulation to manatita and surabhi.
Highest service of any kind is vigilance of borders.
- Hari
This is a lovely tribute to emge and other pilots. Thanks to both of you for your contribution to the poem.
No, Sweet Surabhi. My part is very small. 5%. Enjoy your India!
Hari, I agree, my Brother. Much Peace to you and family.
AliciaC. So happy that you give us both credit. Surabhi did the bulk of this poem. I merely 'trimmed' it for her. Gratitude ...much
your dedication series is so heartfelt, and the poem powerful... a great write, my friend :)
I'm missing Surahbi and look forward to her return from India.
I answered the included quiz, 'yes', though the pilots I knew who flew in combat were prior to and during WWII. One in the 1930s was a test pilot who died during a test mission. I was married to an Air Force navigator in the 1950s. I've had relatives in various branches of military and my ancestors on one side trace back to fighters in the American Revolution. My Dad's side, though, were conscientious objectors who refused to bear arms.
These days, when entire machines are literally deadly 'arms', it's even more complicated. I've always had reservations about military might and combat, though I respect its heroes and mourn its victims.
Answers are not always so simple and clear--cut. It's the history of the human species.
You tributes are awesome. This one is well deserved and an incredibly wonderful tribute.
Thanks Frank. A combination of Surabhi's and I. Much love.
Yes, Nellieanna, your answer is so spot on! I always say that there are many forces at work. Things are never so clear cut. Actually, I don't venture in this area, but Madan asked me to and I promised him one from me and one from Surabhi. I like to keep my promise.
Did you read the one I wrote for Ruby's birthday? You are mentioned in it. Yes, You've spoken of your first husband before. I'm really happy that you met George.
Yes, war can be a terrible thing. Still we do love and support our fighters. Life can be lonely for them and they do make great sacrifices. Much Love.
Gypsy, I thank you so much! I will return soon. This very night I did and recited four Sonnets at Poetry Cafe. All from my usual esoteric niche. Peace.
Lovely tribute!
@Surabhi Hey, you are in Chandigarh? Let's catch up!
Thank you Shaloo. Best wishes.
Nellieanna - I miss you too. Love ya!
Shaloo - In fact, I was in Chandigarh for a few days. I came to Jalandhar just yesterday. I'll be leaving to Delhi in a few days. I'll be reaching back to Toronto on the 28th of March. Aah! It would have nice to catch up with you, my Dear. Come to Jalandhar - my hometown! We'll enjoy :) My love to you.
It would have been nice to catch up with you*
I have heard it described as the most dangerous job that they will ever love. Some keep tallies on their airships of war.
Makes sense, Deb. Not easy. Emge wanted me to write something about their loneliness, and I took on the challenge. I also asked Surabhi and fine-tuned her precious input a little. Always good to hear from you, Deb. Please let me know if I miss your work. I have not seen any lately.
Busy with the birds, eh? Excellent work.
Busy with working on a masters degree, work, photos, etc.
Aahh! Not easy. Really hard work! But since you are passionate about this, then you have my love and best wishes. Hope all goes well. Have a great weekend, Deb.
Beautiful piece, Surabhi and Manatita. Near and dear to my heart.
Saurabhi, you and Manatita make a great pair and this is the result a lovely poem. I am overwhelmed.
Yes,Shauna.
You shared some invaluable info with me on the other similar piece. I remember. Much Love and please do not burn yourself out. Take rest when needed. Much Love.
Emge, I thank you so much. This is my promise to you. I really thought that you'd been before. Lots of love, my friend. Higher blessings.
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