You are woven into love, embraced by love, part of me and a big part as I am in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My son is mine, joined to me, part of me in light, in love, in harmony, in the pure awareness of me and him.
- → Rejoice of me, who am not vain, adventurous, who am clear, limpid, pure, crystalline and certain.
- → Whoever finds me, finds, reaches peace, justice, purity, full light, full love, the freedom to truly be a child who moves, acts, walks in me and in love.
- → My foundation is on rock, on the essence of love, harmony, truth, purity, clarity, knowledge, peace and justice.
- → The announcement is the gospel, the manifestation of love, to find, to make one's identity known, it is myself in the presence, it is joy, peace, love, harmony, wisdom, to take care of me and of my love.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
- → Live for me every day even with a single thought, with a single gesture, with love, smiling happily at being children.
- → Worry with cheerfulness for me.
- → 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.
- → Whoever loves does not contain or limit this joy, every day he lives thoughtless, cheerful, he moves with joy, with love in front of me because he recognizes me as God, father and Master.
- → I desire happy children, who live rejoicing of me and them.
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
- → In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.
Relative arguments