My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ For the realized man, the events of the world count for nothing.
→ I love you all individually, one by one.
→ I love you and I always want you, don't worry.
→ In the world pain is a source of knowledge, pleasure is a source of illusion, the eye that neglects the eternal exchanges the true for the ambiguous.
→ The destroyer destroys himself and what belongs to him.
→ The world is trying to crush you, don't believe it, trust my love.
→ Love belongs to truth, it is inseparable from truth, if it is not eternal it is not love.
→ The world is an insubstantial structure, subject to destruction, and what belongs to it has the same characteristics.