Every cell, every particle of your body is love, woven into love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My grace spreads and becomes complete in my son, it takes on a sweet and delicate appearance, it makes the son mine in all the body, being, heart, reason, and knowledge.
- → I am the perfection, the essence, the full root, that plagues every son in love, that expands and spreads to each son.
- → To tempt the things of the world, or to hope that they will move the way you want them to, is still unsatisfactory because of their nature.
- → Pursuing what is uncertain is only and always disappointing, a waste of time and energy.
- → My certainty and truth, I know that you fully exist and I yearn for you and I belong beyond all illusions.
- → Every suffering calls you to return aware, to remember that every event in the world is empty, evanescent, non-existent, and we are real, eternal.
- → The cosmic illusion continually attacks you through all that of it to which you attach yourself, beginning with the body, yet this illusion, however great it may be, can do nothing to you.
Relative arguments