Fly Like An Eagle, What A Wonderful World

I've included the lyrics to Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World, as an example of the metaphors of Bagua done to perfection. Louis had more soul than a dozen people.

Fly Like An Eagle

Flying with the eagles,

Let, my spirit carry me!

Let me rise higher again!

Soaring above the clouds!

High above, the tall forest!

Higher than the mountains!

Higher than the dark clouds!

Higher than even cloud nines!

To reach for the sun and stars!

To gaze upon, untold splendor!

Where two lovers, yet, embrace!

Where horizon covers the ocean!

Where open space fills your soul!

Where the wind calls to her lover.

Where spirits all soar ever higher!

Where spirits have room to dance!

The open air, embraces the mother;

Whilst baby peeps clutch her tight!

As if afraid, the moment might end.

As if afraid, to ever let her go again.

As if they, couldn't live without her!

As if afraid she could abandon them!

Aware, of all that must come to pass;

Aware of how greatly she loves them!

Aware fears can become a mind-killer!

Aware, of which way the wind blows!

Earth mother embraces her peeps back!

Aware eventually, peeps leave the nest!

Or she must push them each out herself!

Making a leap of faith, into thinnest air!

In order to become, what God's intended.

Triumphant swan, of every child's dream!

Triumphant, out into the great wide open!

Triumphantly singing praises, to the light!

Triumphant in all of our accomplishments.

Triumphant singing praises unto the moon!

There is no greater purpose, or satisfaction!

No greater power exists in the entire universe!

No greater meaning awaits hidden away in any distant valley!

Knowing that all any can ever know is they know nothing.

Sailing like the wind, through the highest of tree tops!

Knowing wonder is the beginning of any wisdom.

Resting comfortably at the end of a long day,

Knowing, the world remains far greater,

Than any of us, may ever determine,

Than any, might begin to imagine,

Much less could ever comprehend;

Much less, could ever really desire.

Gentle laughter, echoes in the void!

Quietest patter, of scampering feet!

Shadows flicker, in every direction!

Trailing echoes, lost in the distance.

Following me as if my own shadow!

Delicious giggles fading into silence.

Memories of a warm sparkle within,

Which cannot die, even in our sleep!

Satisfaction, money just can't buy!

To rest perchance soar high again!

To soar into ever greater heights!

Beyond your wildest of dreams!

Beyond any ability to imagine!

Beyond any ability to fathom!

My bones, will find final rest,

Facing upward, for eternity,

My gaze, as wide as space!

Into the great, wide open!

Spirit soaring, yet again!

Inside the endless void!

Of wondrous delights!

In untold abundance!

(Steve Miller)

What A Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too.

I see them bloom, for me and you.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white.

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The Colors of the Rainbow So Pretty in the Sky.

Are also on the faces, of people going by.

I see friends shaking hands,

Saying, "How do you do?"

They're really saying,

"I love you".

I hear babies cry, watch them grow,

They'll learn much more, than I'll ever know.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Oh yeah.
(Louis Armstrong)