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.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → You are always inside of me, you live in me.
Relative arguments