Frithjof Schuon Archive

She was a sannyâssini, and would not live otherwise;She wished everything to remind her of Âtmâ’s radiation —The Spirit and the body; and likewise the praise of God of the breasts, Which, in breathing, move proudly up and down.

Everything that the Lord has apportioned to usBears witness to His creative power.He is the Most High — remote within his Self;Yet near in the wondrous splendor of His creation.

What man receives from God, he shouldPass on to others; for it is more blessedTo give than to receive. So give, because God is He,Whose noble giving is never exhausted.

Vengeance is mine, said the Lord. Nevertheless:His also is the miracle — for to the Lord belongPower and Goodness. And, instead of punishing, He can convert many a heart.