Frithjof Schuon Archive

The juice of the grape, pressed and fermented,Yields noble wine and rapture. Thus does the soulLose itself, when it ripens unto love,And when the meaning of life seizes the heart.For what is love of God if not wine,Heavenly song — not cold, dumb stone.The heart is ice...

Is it not sad that Wisdom’s thinkingAllows the universe to melt into naught?Do not forget that he who knows the highest TruthCan see the Good in what we call the world.It may be for some time the world has wept —Its images, its songs, have all faded away.But be not...

Ecstasy, God-drunkenness — the senses swoon,One feels like one is soaring.But remember: also in sober states Grace canLift up thy heart —In simple God-remembrance. Deep happinessPervades the limbs;Primordial bliss, lost Paradise —O return again!Far be it from thee to...

Center and Now: these are the remediesThat give delight to all wise hearts —And whose images Nature shows to us.Here is the safety of the mountain cave:Its deep, warm, and motherly inwardness;There is the total freedom of the summit:With the pure air of snow-clad...