Frithjof Schuon Archive

He who says beauty, means also beautiful women —For it is interiorizing to behold them:To see Pure Beauty in femininity as such,In a noble and loving way —As if the soul were already in the meadows of Heaven.

With the Red Indians, the miraculousIs always “big medicine”; and the shamanIs there to work minor miracles —And to exhort us to the right path.The miraculous powers of the Great Spirit penetrateMysteriously into all things.

One loves the Red Indians because they were heroes;And the Hindus because so many have been saints;The Japanese, because they created such wonderful art;And the Chinese, who painted gray mountain slopes —They painted everything that was delicate, even the wind.

Persians painted charming miniatures,And so did Hindus, to illustrate the Krishna sagas;For minor arts must be. On the other hand,The soul must dare to create the great:In Agra shines the white Taj Mahal;In Kamakura, challenging the whole world,The Dai-Butsu towers...