When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves, to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more, I, the Lord, present myself, call you by name and ask you for love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves , to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more , I, the Lord , present myself , call you by name and ask you for love .→ From you I do not want torments , judgments , empty words , confused , throwing here and there in the world , I want words that go beyond the sound , calling me father and dad .→ I, the Lord , wish that you love in joy , without sorrow , that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety .→ I delicately ask to you love , until you reach me, the father who understands your levels , is near you with care , listens and transforms everything in love .
→ When you can not find the way , listen in silence , with love , do not confuse me, your father , pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love .→ You must mature the love you already have , reach my soul in silence , with love , not immediately , through experiences addressed to me and through a path , because you are imperfect .→ My son can reach me through my presence , silence , abandonment , trust and especially love .→ In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself , find me, find himself , rejoice in the abundance of love , of the new condition of me as father and him as son .
→ Dear sons , seek love , goodness , peace and you will find me, flourish , do not let yourselves wither , shine , do not let yourselves be obscured , love continually , live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world , which leads into darkness .→ The children of light feel confident , aware of the light that invades them continuously , of their identity , of my identity , of that revelation , and live happy with me.→ I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful , contradictory , apparently continuous temporality .
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