Frithjof Schuon Archive

Waldsee, then Rothenburg and Dinkelsbühl;Old towns that bring to mind a distant home —Books of fairy-tales, soulful songs;The souls of ancestors live in those old streets —Where is my home? Where I experienced God —Where my heart vibrated in His Light.

He was the grandson of Red CloudOf the Oglala band. We hadA long talk, the noble old man and I —In Pine Ridge, beneath the shade of a tree.He talked first about old times; then there wasSilence, until I began to speak, saying:The word is a dream-stuff —The dream...

A friend heard Black Elk, the visionaryOf the Lakota, mention the eye of the heart —The Chante Ishta — which sees the True.Blessèd is he who does not trust his senses alone —The vision of the heart stills our deepest longing.This also Black Elk has said:The world — a...

“Tail feather of the Yellow Hawk”:He was a wise man of the Crow tribe,And Sun Dance priest until his end.He was one of those simple, toughHoly men, who love silenceAnd deeply understand what symbols mean.“Medicine Beads,” his wife, was a strong,Good person. Now they...