Facebook Quizzasses?

These quizzes.
"Are you a good judge?",
"Do you have a good heart?"
"What's your calling?" ...
And the questions...
"what kind of pizza do you prefer?",
"are you nice?",
"do you like cheese?"
It's disturbing to me that these quizzes are being used to reassure ourselves or others as to who we are.
Don't get me wrong, while interesting to take they are fantasy at best. Just like these words, right here and now, a mere story.
See, words and illusion are far more appealing to the individual these days than "be, do, have". Largely material based, and "want" based, they are quite possibly tests designed for no other reason than to collect consumer data.
The time we spend with one another one on one, interacting, relating, is far more evidenctiary than any "test" could be as to who we are. Then what some random quizz 30 states and people from here could ever say about we are.
Dear souls taking these to figure out for themselves or prove to others the substance of their character, I ask of you to venture a little bit deeper than that. Success. It can be said it is measured by our efforts, perseverance, and investments into shaping our character. This isn't an easy task, however this is the work of life. No part of a persons soul can be defined by their preference for cheeses or holidays.
What have any of us got to prove to anyone? Character is the furthest thing from reputation. Character is who you are, reputation what others think you are. If there are any on your path who do not see you for you, encounter and love the truth of you in your eyes, then they are not souls meant to relate with yours. Period.
What is the criteria for accurate results? Questions are leading, that is, one will choose what they feel is accurate, not necessarily what IS accurate.
Expose a little more of your raw self. A little more of of your perfect imperfection. You never know who is going to love you and indulge in your being, the good and the raw. What seems to be key is being willing to love yourself, through and through, layers and layers of a beautiful fruit. Nurture the fruit, starting at the roots. There's really nothing to protest or prove. Everything changes, starting with you

Riding the Wave

Everything changes child,
yet we are not our mistakes
we are the time spent changing
and the risks we learn to take.
Time has hills and valleys
ups and downs, all proof
that you will often be grateful,
and sometimes a little confused.
Turn around, child, gaze back
Look life right in the eye,
open your arms, embrace it
learn how to swim, how to fly.
Do something amazing,
says the moon to the ocean at night
as it rises over the horizon,
and so too the ocean raises its tides.
Listen, I promise you one thing
feel it when you close your eyes,
all life follows your heart beat
the original musical lullaby.
Strength is like a rivers waterfall
as the fish that fight against it
don't mind what others are sayin,
they know their destination.
It's a beautiful thing, child
when solitude smiles upon you,
no matter the pleasure or strife
when your own smile will suffice.
Alchemy is not so invisible,
particles colliding to no end
something hard to comprehend
that you get more than you invest.
Thank each moment for teaching
the necessity of yin and yang
what it feels like to have nothing
yet give everything your best.
Believe in your being child,
I am just a being too,
it's not always an easy road
know I believe in you.
I'll tell you another secret,
no effort is ever too late, wasted,
time is blessing you because,
there will always be sun and moon.
There will always be night and day
on this you can depend
you won't get gold from straw,
but you will get what you invest.
So hold on to your pearls,
keep them close to you
for they will be your riches,
your character which outlives you.
Life reaching into the unknown,
cognizant of lucid dreaming
so don't tie knots with nightmares,
build a bridge of hope instead.
Be true, integral, and remember
have fun and be amused,
never let anyone equate you
with their own outdated dues.
Be anything you want, child
I'll be rooting for you like no other
sincerely I love you,
love from your proud mother.

REWIND

From forbidden fruit to Re-member-ance ~ Thousands of years ago there were civilizations which grew into empires, each of them lasting centuries if not more. Each of them had one thing in common, when it came to language and technology times of peace were also times where less was considered more. Somewhere in ancient times a spark was lit, where we were given a priceless gift: communication, creative expression. Painting, writing, reading, relating. Building, molding, singing, dancing. Along came sophisticated language, and along came war. And as we obtained knowledge we lost track of our source. Words became many intentions obscured, thinking for ourselves was a distraction and leaders were secured. It is true that we look to others, as lessons and friends. It is true that we look at many more with defense. Why this is so isn't easily explained, or where the idea began, that each thing is separate and independent and dog eat dog, friend eat friend. An idea which spread perhaps slowly, then fast. The worst virus ever not one escaped its grasp. Awakening for me is to remember something others do as well. That deep down a yearning churns in our chests. Much is said in the eyes of each other, for me they reveal what words could never address. Windows to the soul, and when they connect there is no word for what things are said. More is said in a moment of looking into the eyes of another, it is a speech without talking and a speech with clear intent. In the eyes of another, even a stranger or creature, in the eyes if we look deeply we may recognize a friend. If we look beyond sensory barriers and pursuits, at the one sitting next to us we in realize looking each other all this while we may have already knew. Not one of us is innocent, we look away, run, pretend. Spend, say everything, say nothing, disconnect. Ideas grandiose and understanding minute, off to the moon yet to each other rarely truly commune. Separation anxiety, I think we all know. Searching for each other, and which ones will do. If we look into the eyes of all things, we will recognize ourselves, If we look into each others eyes we will see something we always knew, souls never forget each other. Truth.

Ex - Plore

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFV7OmToXFE&list=PLz1Qa4kRXuV0yNdXNZ3eEhPDB4jB37EUe&index=12

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.and it felt like the whole world dropped from beneath my feet. A brilliant rapture vibrating in my bones, echoing in my soul. Space shook my body, the sky swallowed me in. I surrendered to the many moons spinning around me. I called out to them by name, Europa, Thebe, Callisto, Ananke, Leda......in a silent tango we danced until Sun rise. Spinning and gliding in an awakening no one else could see. Warmth rushed toward my face, fire ran through my veins. Gravity let go and we danced, my body and I, as my soul gazed back at me.

Hourglass

A room with a view,
Mind sprinkled with dew,
Months seem like days,
Minutes seem like years,
Time is the price of life
Spent on dreams or fears.
Healer of heart wounds,
Yet cure things it won't;
Time is an illusion,
Like language unclear.
Many words yet little said,
Perceptions a guess,
Lines become unclear.
Like words time becomes,
Life's invincibility cloak.
Dense and forboding,
Or light and alluring;
Time can be freeing
Time can be obscuring.
Time is a hypocrite,
save it! spend it!
The young grow quickly,
The older begin to fear it.
Time can be hard to kill
Yet so easy to waste it.
Here there is plenty
There, mere fragments
Do what you can,
Time has no replacement.
Just when it seems close,
Time's up, you missed it.
Race it, or chase it
Fear it, or embrace it
time is your wizard,
your choices a statement.
Will you transcend it,
And choose a magical brew,
Stand in something old
Or step into something new.
Only one truth in time,
And the seeker is you,
Spend your time loving,
Or your life it will subdue.

Galaxies Apart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKqgE8z7PcA

In and Out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEy6WPB_txw

Dreamscape

Fear is the common anecdote over here,
that you love it to pieces til it draws near
thoughts burn in the twilight, silence, and tears,
yet still knowing not an answer all of these years.

Mustering strength is the anecdote now,
daily do your greatest, be grateful somehow,
lost in the collective the thought still howls
yet still knowing not, courage once again fouls.

Honesty in the finale is the anecdote today,
something still has not seen the light of day,
too scared to gesture, or frightened yet to say,
so I will see you in dreams as peacefully I lay.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

Re-member-ance

Remembrance of the soul path be hurried
in the dust, the wind, the stars, beyond fury
Forever a dream is the peace of a stone
grasping at the stillness in the infinite unknown
Smelling the roses and yet thanking the thorns
for their everlasting beauty; a balancing course
a long uphill journey, and so quick to haste!
if man should find himself he must slow his pace.
Yellow and crimson a velvet rainbow unfolds
a path made of heavens where the spirit lay in hold.
Call back the beauty, the memory of your birth
plant foot in ground and feel the beat of the earth.
The spiral of a life in an eyes blink passes
so fly on the milky way, reach out and grasp it