Frithjof Schuon Archive

I often think of the past —I drink wine from an ancient tankard.I could break it, for I knowThat in the present, I have enough.For, when the “now” is in God’s Hands,Yesterday and tomorrow are both good.Be happy if ye know not too much —And if ye drink new courage from...

Play for me thy violin, sing a songOf olden times, and I will write it down;The gentle sound of strings can be enoughTo make spring bloom in my soul.

Dream-veil life — who has woven theeAnd brought thee into the day of existence?Who has conceived thy dance, thy being —Who has kindled the soul’s temporality;Who has spun the threads of thine illusion?Dream-veil ego — who has made thee thus,As the Self wills? I know...

O Gypsy, who standest dreaming at the door:Let me hear a song from thy violin —Let it talk of dance and love and suffering,And evoke for us the vast land of the Puszta;Let us understand why thou art restless, And wanderest to the rim of the unknown.May Wisdom touch...