Frithjof Schuon Archive

Ye have, on earth, the most beautiful house,And suddenly, it is of the past.Be wise, be not concerned —In Heaven, it makes no indifference.

Praised be the power of lightFrom God’s Eternal Word; The ray from the Most High’s FaceIs security for my soul. Whatever darkness may devise —The power of Heaven breaks it.Be still, my heart. For vain areThe noisy words of nothingness.

Once, when very young, I was alone in a forest,And I said: “Ye Higher Powers, here I am,I wish to be an instrument of the sacred;Hear my prayer, and come soon.”Heaven’s answer did not fail —Had it not come, I would have written nothing.

Do not seek enigmas in Âtmâ’s heights —It is Mâyâ that we do not understand.The meaning of the world is to manifest Âtmâ —Let All-Possibility weave its play.What has no beginning, will not pass away.