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ODE TO FLYING
Man’s oldest dream – flying – we knew
Was so strong, it just hadto come true;
And pushing this vision
With style, grace, precision
Is this bunch – the tight Temple crew.
Zen and the art of free flying
Have been this man’s love and true calling.
Both child and wise sage,
His rapt entourage
Keeps Gangsta, post-landing, still soaring.
Lightning-tongued but warm of heart,
You’ve gotta respect Bijli’s art:
A chela of Zulu
She’s one hell of a guru
At powering this fly-school’s start.
With Samson’s sharp eye you’re impressed;
Eased by Dhaval’s full pre-flight tests.
Tana’s bindaas masti
(“Na, na,” says he, “kucch bhi!”)
As a pilot he’s simply the best.
Inflate, start to run, touch of brakes –
You’re airborne! All OK? Then shake
Your leg in the air
For the people that care
That your safety and comfort’s first-rate.
To learn how to take off and go
And when to say ‘yes’, and when ‘no’ –
These lessons on high
Go way beyond the sky
To align us, as one, with the Flow.
Each pilot, I think you will find
Is unique – really one-of-a-kind.
United in flight
We embrace, with delight,
Open skies, open hearts, open minds.
- Rayna Jhaveri (“Firefly”)
1 May, 2006
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