I scrutinize you, I recognize love, the delicacy of love, I guard love, I cradle you and am all love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Now say that I am anywhere to love you until you understand my face, my light, love, being children of just one father, that the father loves you, waits for you and will transform you, if you want, making you knowing that I live, exist, am everywhere for loving in pure, not seducing, not unreal, real, not inebriated, sober, clear, free and crystalline.
- → Here is what is harmony, love, eternity, light, immortality, and absolute.
- → My children possess the qualities, knowledge greater than the world, the heart, the reason the world does not have, are beings created to shine in me, they possess the love, the light, and the peace.
- → 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.
- → Through this experience of pain, disappointment, illusion, deception, nagging, worry, fear, the man, the son, understands, recognizes that he does not live free, he lives as a slave.
- → Man, the son who discovers love, light, reaches me, becomes part of me, feels, lives in me, for me, has reached knowledge, absolute and unique awareness.
- → Dear sons, seek love, goodness, peace and you will find me, flourish, do not let yourselves wither, shine, do not let yourselves be obscured, love continually, live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world, which leads into darkness.
- → The children of light feel confident, aware of the light that invades them continuously, of their identity, of my identity, of that revelation, and live happy with me.
- → I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me
- → The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
Relative arguments