Frithjof Schuon Archive

The line; then the cross that means four;Then the cross that radiates as a triad;And then the spiral that transforms the straight lineInto a rotating dynamic.Then comes the static: firstly the point;Then the triangle and the square; finallyThe circle, primordial image...

Japanese music — the melancholy soundsOf strings flow from the koto like tears;Ephemerality — the deep meaning of the song;A butterfly’s dream in tender tones.Beyond the dreaming: here is the wild warrior,And there the monk, victorious over existence.

Human nature wishes to be happy—And likewise: it must strive towards the Truth,For otherwise it is not human.Happiness must flow from the highest Truth.

Prayers with a rosary:I do not criticize the counting;But I love the jubilant larkThat counts not when speaking to God.Each thing in its place:Strict forms there must be.With oft-repeated wordsThou canst sow graces in existence.Ye think that with prayer-wheelsOne can...