My love is truth, wisdom, joy, happiness and delectation.

My love is truth, wisdom, joy, happiness and delectation.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ My love is truth, wisdom, joy, happiness and delectation.

→ My lips are infinite sweetness.

→ My eyes give tenderness.

→ Everything is vain.

→ Everything goes.

→ What surrounds you is nothing.
→ The rest around you is just emptiness.
→ What is mine, only what is mine is yours and nothing else.
→ This body is nothing, it is not comparable to the man God.
→ Nothingness and all for a moment confront each other in the game of being.
→ Nothingness does not give anything valid.

→ I, the Lord God, am pure happiness and I will draw everyone to me with my love.

→ Love is a descent, a bond, the complete realization of being father's children, of a father who loves and nothing else.

→ Eternity is love.

→ I am not vain.

→ Everything is vain.
→ True love attracts, conquers, circulates insistently in every man, is pure, not seducing or vain.
→ I am not vain.
→ Day after day my children live bombarded by situations they don't want and find themselves living.

→ I come with love and peace.

→ This harmony becomes a proclamation of light, forges, makes luminous the child of the light, which involves the thoughts in depth to make them pure, in fullness and in that conviction of safe belonging.

Recurrences in the text

→ My love is truth, wisdom, joy, happiness and delectation.
→ My lips are infinite sweetness.
→ My eyes give tenderness.
→ Everything is vain.
→ Everything goes.
→ What surrounds you is nothing.
→ I, the Lord God, am not vain.
→ I, the Lord God, am pure happiness and I will draw everyone to me with my love.
→ Love is a descent, a bond, the complete realization of being father's children, of a father who loves and nothing else.
→ Eternity is love.
→ I am not vain.
→ My purpose, my project is love.
→ I come with love and peace.
→ This harmony becomes a proclamation of light, forges, makes luminous the child of the light, which involves the thoughts in depth to make them pure, in fullness and in that conviction of safe belonging.

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