Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
- → Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
- → If the son looks inside himself silently, he begins to reflect with love, detached from what damages and fills his thoughts, his reason, his heart, finally he manages to find me, he is in my presence, he finds himself, me, his and my origins, he knows deeply the love, the light, the balance lost wandering in the inconstant world.
- → In search of love over time, the divine being becomes corrupted and materialized, then recovers what he had lost, enriching himself in multiplicity.
- → Nervous, habitual, profound emotional inconstancy is painful, lacking in self-confidence and in one's own purposes, but it can always evolve in the search and in the pursuit of a better state.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
Relative arguments