I know just how hard they try to break you But they forgot about divine strength You are not a lost kitten But a ferocious lioness You have the spirit of warrior And the soul of a poet A soul that yearns to live a new life A life dreamt so long ago Yet your…… Continue reading Eternal Warrior
Author: Sofia Falcone
I believe, with quiet fervor, that one soul can shift the course of many. I write not from abstraction, but from the raw immediacy of lived experience and learned studies - from the labyrinth of my own challenges, triumphs, questions and awakenings. In offering the contours of my inner world, I hope to awaken in others a remembrance of their own power, their own unclaimed wholeness.
Warrior’s Spirit
**Rough Copy The warrior stands at the edge of a cliff His heart full and heavy Today he does not want to feel He just wants to breathe Satiating his lungs Until the blue fire in him subsidies The world he lives in has no name It is heaven, and it is hell Where anxiety…… Continue reading Warrior’s Spirit
Keys to Tantric Sexuality
Are Neo Tantra and Tantric Sex the same thing? After all, in this day and age Tantra is being portrayed more and more like empty sexual techniques than what it actually entails. Sex and spirituality were always intended to go hand in hand yet Tantra is not sex; in fact sexuality is but a small…… Continue reading Keys to Tantric Sexuality
Etienne de La Boetie: The Psychology Behind Crowd Manipulation
More than 450 years ago, Etienne de La Boetie wrote “Discourse n Voluntary Servitude”. La Boetie was born on 1530 to an aristocratic family. He obtained his law degree and was a French magistrate, classicist, writer, poet and political theorist. In his book “Discourse on voluntary servitude” he brilliantly outlines the reasons why large populations…… Continue reading Etienne de La Boetie: The Psychology Behind Crowd Manipulation
Childhood’s End
Poetry isn’t just an expression for love, sensuality and passion. Poetry can also express the hidden pain and trauma hidden; that is what I call Raw Poetry. Such type of poetry isn’t always easy to read as it forces us to confront the ugliness that exists around us; most would rather not look at the…… Continue reading Childhood’s End
Lost Angel
**There are two groups of people I am very passionate about, orphans and the homeless. This poem is dedicated to them. A green bench on the pavement A small head reclines over a battered old flower pot A homeless child with no home and no cot His eyes closing…lost Trying to will himself to another…… Continue reading Lost Angel
The History Behind Big Pharma
Lately there is so much controversy about Big Pharma; more and more each day, people are being divided over whether or not they should trust Big Pharma. It is saddening to me, the level of almost religious fanaticism which is taking place; placing all “faith” on Big Pharma and the “science” behind it. Let me…… Continue reading The History Behind Big Pharma
Let’s Get Real: The Benefits of Healthy Pessimism
We currently live overwhelmed by the literature of “Be positive” or “Focus on the positive”. It seems to the modern New Age Movement (which does not share the same foundation/ideals as the original New Age Movement) the solution to every problem in life is to “just look at the positive”. Self help books with similar…… Continue reading Let’s Get Real: The Benefits of Healthy Pessimism
Butterfly’s Soul
The fire roars in the background as she dresses Tonight she came here to forget I see her slowly transform herself Like a photograph coming to life I can hear the rain outside my window I feel my blood distill itself She is like a wild mythical creature Dressing slowly and without concern Slowly she…… Continue reading Butterfly’s Soul
Scent of My Soul
**Rough Copy I was born where the notes of a kiss are spread between mastic mornings I was made from pure energy, wrapped in the sweetest of fragrances An idealistic soul, whose life is written within sacred scrolls I was born curious to the smell of fervor and life I was born from two restless…… Continue reading Scent of My Soul
