Frithjof Schuon Archive

Isis — a name for All-Possibility;For she is “all that ever was, that is,And that will be” — but beyond all time.“And no one can lift my veil” —Her naked body is eternity.

It is still winter, the woods are bare;The air is cold, the sun’s ray wan;But the blackbird’s song makes us think of spring —O coming of spring, be not too long!Yet one thing keeps me from being discouraged:I carry in my heart eternal spring.

Immortality — whoever has grasped itIs delivered from all burdens of the soul.If thou knowest what becoming and passing away are,Thou art in the pure, uncreated Spirit —For thou hast found in God thy very being.Beyond the idle to-and-fro of thingsThere is a God-willed...

Treasure-house heart, who opened thee for me —Who bestowed new light to the darkness?Blessèd art thou if God has revealed to thee what thou art —And if thy heart’s beat finds its end in Him.