George-Arruda

Water Song by George Ray Arruda All the water there is is one and it sings a solitary vibratory song Throughout the stars within the sea through the rivers and the streams within both you and and me It’s not a myth it’s not a dream we are much more than we seem Linked by forces strong and weak if we but see our water link we are much greater than we think.

When I Think of Her By George Ray Arruda When I think of her There is more beauty in the world A lingering charm of her radiant smile When I think of her The day holds more joy and eases the burdens for a while When I think of her The universe is reflected in her hazel eyes and I see all futures where love is beyond disguise When I think of her.

Obscured Clarity By George Ray Arruda There is Truth in Fiction. Fiction in History. Misconceptions in Understanding. Leaders who don’t Lead. Lovers without Love. Charity without Love. Knowledge without Perspective. Physicians unconcerned with Healing. Money without Value. And we wonder how we lost our way. Perspective. We gave our Perspective away.

Of Memories And Trees by George Ray Arruda The roots go deep within the earth where the memories are kept of ages long ago recalled before the elder races slept A weathered trunk to endure the sun Branches to caress the breeze reaching out toward the sky with new and vibrant leaves So long it’s stood and sang it’s song Besides this field of green the ages pass unnumbered by the quiet singing stream The forest folk are shy now few things walk the night man has lost his path here and is blinded by the light The light of lies all glittering and shining in the sun in the forest unfamiliar where he seldom now does come wood and green

OUTSIDE Where the worlds merge By George Ray Arruda The rains fell on a thirsty land, while information came to eager ears and a willing mind. The Time of Lies was ending, but not without a struggle or a fight. Nothing is more fearsome than a cornered beast, and the beasts who have been feeding this “reality” are running out of ground and lies. I have seen things which defy science. I have heard things which are beyond logic; yet I know them to be true. They are glimpses of a fabric that weave this universe, but it is coated with a layer of deception that is easily confused with and reinforced by the “reality” that o

The chilly Autumn morning was just acquiring the faint glow of the sunrise while a large pale moon was heading for the western horizon and I stood looking at the few visible stars thinking of the strange twisted journey that is my life. The parade of people and places flowed around in my head like a the eddy of of river. I find Autumn has this effect on me, always has. When I was younger I despised it, it was a time of year that only existed as a doorway to winter and it’s cold days and colder nights. But here, beneath the stars and moon, with a sunrise moments away I savor the value of this introspection like a good cup of coffee, bitt

Another soul by George Ray Arruda Silence bloomed in the night as if it were a blossom absorbing the sounds for nourishment. The stars and moon were absent, hidden behind a canopy of unseen clouds. Alone, in the darkness she sat on a tree stump thrilled by the solitude and quiet. Even her thoughts seemed content to let the meter of the quiet night be the tempo within her. Everything felt right; as if the puzzle that is the universe had momentarily found all the pieces it needed to complete this night perfectly, and it sat back in quiet contentment. Such moments are to be savored, and she was doing just that. The slight chill in the air w

EXPOSED by George Ray Arruda Years of solitude dulled the memories of emotional pain I learned to endure the isolation The shell I was encased within was familiar safe and impenetrable Then she came with no more effort than a butterfly’s wings the shell crumbled to dust as once more I felt my heart beating

Through Autumn Leaves by George Ray Arruda Through autumn leaves the sunlight filters casting it’s glow the warmth of Summer departed from it’s rays A kaleidoscope of colors stirred by a faint breeze against a powder blue sky how fortunate am I witness to this private grandeur in a temple of natures manufacture would that all could see through my eyes but this gift is but a fleeting private moment cherished as it is

My ripples are worthy of that I am sure That while I am here My ripples are clear A moment of kindness A word well placed A stand against what was not right Not momentous events each one of their own but the ripples they gather stone by stone