When the blog's title finds its true meaning

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But look, my Friend, the end has not yet come
But look at the world
Open your eyes to the universes unfolding under the sky.
With their fruit and flowers
.......beads of futures
..reaching out for tomorrow
Trees bid you live in faith.
Breathe in the seeds of hope,
..........the shadows of smiles to come
Feel the tremor of stems-in-waiting under your feet !

Your eyes are blue, you eyes are purple,
...green in their fizzy depths,
they twinkle and glaze and shake.
You see dust on unpatted cheeks
...........rust on unloved hearts.
Streets are narrow and faded
....like bleachèd jeans
.......legless cloth in a garbage lost.
The air is thick and full of walls
alone at your desk you brood and weep
why and why and why you whine
while the prickly pear on your lap forgotten lies.
You see a smudge of mash on Sun's brow
.................ash in people's blood
Homes are shallow and stranded
.........like discarded beans
......redless lumps.... Unmeaning
..Your eyes are brown, your eyes are yellow
they twinkle and glaze and shake
......in vain....for they are blind

why and why and why you whine
you know the shapes and colours
and every wrinkle of the earth
Yet what you see is void
But look, my Friend, the end has not yet come,
Let your eyes shine true
and show you the real treasures of this world,
..naked truth for your hands to touch.
Feel for yourself the wisdom of an oak's acorn
.Ask the ants the pears the cats
.Breathe in the seeds of hope
.............beads of futures
.and live
.........reaching out
..eyes in fingertips.

Duetto

A flood of sunlight
and the fish dance