My Tears Are Red With Passion


I am looking for something real.

I have found it in you.


Our paths are not yet meant to cross.


I will glide silently next to you.

Gently for a while

because your complexity makes me smile.


My heart. Your hands, that laugh.


When I breath I know you feel me. You feel it to.

Something strong within you.


Pulls me, hear me.

Everything at once is clear.


The sky is blue.

My tears are red with passion.


Hot wet heat.

I walk these feet

to the edge where we will meet.




Excerpt from an "Old Disc"

Poetry from within is a series of words that are created during transient experiences of opening in order to guide us to our deepest heart.



Written by the Co Founder Rachel Pringle