Frithjof Schuon Archive

Synthesis and analysis. Synthesis looksFirmly at the essence of things;The analytical mind looks with amazementAt the inexhaustible, and wonders if he can fathom it —Just as a child looks at a Christmas tree.For the synthetic mind, multiplicity is froth.However: one...

We are at the end of the twentieth century —This age is indeed apocalyptic.I do not wish to think of the unthinkable —My heart dwells deep within Infinity.

Purification. Thou wishest to be purifiedOf all foolishness that distorts thy thinking;And may God make our actions pure from illusion,For all too often man loves what is false.Yet foolishness can also lie in our acceptanceOf the illusion brewed by bad...

The autumn wind blows through field and woodLike a song accompanied by a lute.I pleaded: O spring, come soon As I gazed into the dusk.Golden is the raiment of the treesTo beautify their death,Toward the Kingdom of Eternity —Everything sings of holy longing.