Frithjof Schuon Archive

Men always seem to be fleeing —What frightens them, what makes them flee?They flee not only from strange things that threaten,They flee from themselves, from their woes —From their very existence. Listen, O man,Thou art at the rim of Being, where dost thou go?Halt!God...

Restless Gypsy folk — ever wandering,Like autumn wind scattering the leaves.You live on wheels that never tire —Your trails have no beginning and no end.Gypsy, melancholy yet of cheerful mind —Wandering thus along the rim of sky.Who knows, who knows what sings thy...

Deus est Amor — the Good wishes to radiateIts fullness, because abundanceStrives to manifest its secret treasures —Because all that is noble must give itself away.“God is Love”: He has offered to the worldThe splendor of His Being as a waveOf mercy in a thousand...

The sun should not be worshiped, so they say,Since God alone is the Great One.This has a meaning. But then there is the question:With what measure does one measure things?In times that against heathens raged,There lived Saint Francis, who praised the sun.Do not make a...