Frithjof Schuon Archive

Like a circle is the Spirit’s blowing —Where is its origin? Who is awaiting it?No one knows whence it comes nor whither it goes;It is a timeless wheel; nowhere does it stand still.Yet it is motionless; its rotation is but appearance.There is no turning in the nature...

Where dwells the Lord? On high? Or inwardly?Reflect well upon this :God dwells most deeply in the faithful heart,Yet He is always the Most High — therefore look heavenward!

Before I close, I wish to greet Thee,O Holy Virgin, who hast succored me —Who gavest me flower upon flower,And delight in the land of poetry.And may the reader ever feel Thy Grace —Are we not children of this lowly earth?Thou art the rain of spring sent down by God So...

The world: a river of dreamsMoving heavily, as if enchanted, toward the seaOf the uncertain future. EternityAwaits each man, beyond all time.Eternity: it is an All, or nothing.Worlds of high flight or heavy weight;Yet God’s Being lies behind each destiny —And by His...