Frithjof Schuon Archive

I dreamt an unknown bardStood at my doorAnd sang, looking up at meUnwaveringly.He sang an ancient song of longing;Its love-potionWas heavy wine — as if he wereSick at heart.So may thy song stream, unceasing,Over drunken chords —Would that my grateful heartCould...

Woman: since she is the incarnation of beauty,Her body is the most beautiful thing that ye know.Primordial woman is woven of two things:She is a way either downwards or upwards;A mystery of Divine Infinity —A Path that leads fools astray and saves the wise.And, as...

When thou awakest, think not right awayWho and what thou art;With thy first breath, remember Who the Most High is.On the basis of His Truth, thou seest then thy beingAnd the whole world —Whatever thou thinkest and doest, Should be submitted to Him.

Profane philosophers sayThat one should think without presuppositions,But this is impossible;They fall into the trap of a skepticism that leads nowhere.Not so the sage — deep within his heart speaksThe luminous and uncreated Truth of the Self.