Vibrational poetry for souls who want to awaken.
Chapter 1: awakening of the soul.
Waking up early isn’t just about opening your eyes, nor racing before dawn breaks. It’s hearing that quiet call inside,
By Liora Vogel 6 months ago in Writers
There’s a stretch so long in that saying that sometimes feels like an abyss, a vortex that swallows your word, your essence,
Are you on solid ground, or drifting without noticing? In this life, if you’ve already recognized your frequency, if you already sense your truth,
They say if you raise crows, they’ll peck out your eyes. This makes sense to those who don’t understand giving, only the habit of receiving.
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Writers
They say: “Keep a good face in bad weather.” But this isn’t just a saying— it’s a decision. A way of living. I wasn’t always the best person,
Can’t you see? Everything evolves— except the classroom. That old room where your soul gets locked in. The future flies,
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Poets
Sometimes, the universe sends us angels disguised as humans. At first, you don’t notice. They aren’t a bright light
Not every tear is born from sorrow. Some spill over when the soul overflows, when the heart can no longer fit in the chest,
You’ve always known. There’s a soft pulse, a spark that lights up when something aligns with your soul. That’s joy. And when you choose to live from that place,
Some meetings are not coincidences, and some separations are only preparation for reunion. When life — often in ways that hurt —
Once, there was a door — not made of wood, but of fear. In front of it, a voice within me whispered: not yet, I’m not ready,
Mom, you were born without a single drop of love. Raised without hugs, without tenderness, without a mother’s warmth to hold you.
