je chante

je-chante

[ᴣ(ǝ)/ʃãt]. After being well contented with the dormant “e” at the end of “chante” I wish to experience the root “chanter/enchanter” in this soft echoed essay. Chanting is not only for lovely and happy birds as it is also the case with flying. Everything including human may wish also to chant and fly like lovely birds explicitly do. Some times when one feels happy and even very lucky a feeling of peace and enchantment is compared to flying, i.e. to fly of happiness. At least once in a whole life time somebody might have felt like that. Things that do not have suitable prerequisites to sensibly fly like wings, do fly and experience flying in their inside by a wish, a tendency and again in their thoughts and dreams.

In this way, we humans fly too. Singing may be a means to experience flying and release. Chanting is a feeling and sincerity in which the tones and sound quality come only last. Chanting is a motive to experience flying and show a positive thing to relieve a pain or to cheer up. A singing human can be compared to a nightingale only when the song is full of charm and honesty, and when words and tones are well aligned to passion and goodness. A thing that is chanting and enchanting is one reflecting care and regard. Here, a song is not simply heard or echoed but even more perceived by all senses; the obvious and the secret.

Will you fly with us? – A nice placard at the door of a travel office. The concept of flying would generalize from just a wonderful fly trip on a comfortable board for a few hours having amazing sights of the round earth and ever vanishing houses and landmarks, hugging the white clouds and sliding on wind turbulences to a life concept and personal attitude of passion, goodness and charity. This is a chanting physician21@wordpress.com.

Father And Son Lyrics – Cat Stevens

Father
It’s not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it’s not easy,
To be calm when you’ve found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you’ve got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

Son
How can I try to explain, cause when I do it turns away again.
It’s always been the same, same old story.

From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Father
It’s not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want, you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them they know not me.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Lost

Lost in the flood of good and mercy,
Gifted and enchanted.
In my lovely thoughts modesty and fancy,
Flattered and suspected!
Brittle is my heart and the eyes glassy,
Delicate and sharpened.
Flying in a climax of joyousness,
Released and enlightened.
Lost in the flood of good and mercy,
Spirited and crowned.

Miracle of the handicapped

Our world doesn’t give every thing we wish for ourselves. Indeed, obstacles and cares are almost always there. Paying attention to one’s sincerity should provide a clue to the answer of this suffering. In other words, it’s as worthwhile to look for sentiments as for physical work. Bearing in mind that every person is somehow handicapped makes sincerity again a wish for every fairly doer. Consequently, the outcome of every effort is almost a generous reward for one’s good sentiments.

Why shouldn’t we shed tears if this would refine our feelings and enrich our spiritual recources? True tear shedding may be a promise of fulfilling a word and satisfying a feeling of necessity. For those passionate persons it means hope, love and achievement. Of course, one is not all the time willing or ready to weep, but this action requires certain prerequisites among which are physical fitness and self perception. In my opinion, a healthy and lucky person would need to shed tears even once monthly. In this context, weeping or tearing is a means of self renewal and emotional ventilation. Besides weeping, there are self criticism and nullification, cheerfulness and team-work adoption as a means to empower one’s capabilities.

Such philosophical analysis of man’s natural handicap may encourage a rather romantic life style and raise passion over prosperity. Meanwhile, we should recognize that passion is a supporter of all high values like fairness and productivity. This would be a passionate person in a right sense. Sometimes, sincerity does stand helpless when a general envision is damping, while instant physical impulses predominate the scene. This is quite a pit that would soon vanish at the first shine of light by virtue of the good intention and passionate behavior. This is a proof of the moral-physical interplay in our lives and that sincerity is the only hope for man to progress and advance.