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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
→ I am powerful , strong God , wisdom , intelligence , full joy , light , especially total , comprehensible love , I am your everything , supreme essence and knowledge .→ Announce and testify love with power .→ I want my children to love me with the certainty of understanding that they are loved , that I am the only one who loves them strongly , with power and with all his being .→ The power of my love makes you children and precious children .→ Father 's omnipotence is endless .
→ 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 .
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