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-Arruda, literature
Literature
Of Memories And Trees
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-Arruda, literature
Literature
OUTSIDE Where the worlds merge
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-Arruda, literature
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Through Autumn Leaves
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