Frithjof Schuon Archive

Every word, even the best, can be twisted —Woe unto him who misunderstands Truth and good advice,Who interprets Wisdom as he pleases;It is certain that his Path does not go upwards.One would prefer always to speak mildly —But one must think of the welfare of men.

Twofold is the danger that befalls thoseWho seek to serve God beyond their strength;Either they lose their mind,Or the Lord will be angry at their pride.Pretenders, hypocrites — they are without number.There are also good fools everywhere —The fools of God — what can...

In the forest where I dwell, lives the stag —A holy animal, whose priestly antlersTend upwards like a king’s crown;To the stag the melody of legends bears witness.The priest-king David sings in a psalm:“As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, So panteth my soul...

Soul, dream not — be awake in the Sublime,Who watches over everything. Dreaming is illusionAnd leads to nothing. Waking is reality —Therein are beauty and happiness enough.Awake is thy heart in God. So be contentIn the Lord; no greater Heaven hast thou here on...