Frithjof Schuon Archive

They think of God and countTheir prayers in the flickering light;With devotion they turn their holy beads,Until the thread breaks.High above a lark is singing,Full of joy before God’s Face;It trills as it rises in the sky,And counts not its jubilations.Did not St....

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...

Thou askest what is Being. Being is possibility —Were there no possibility, there would be no Being.Being or nothingness; which does Reality wish?That which is not nothing, is Infinity.The Real wished to give Itself —It wished to give existence even to nothingness.

I praise the eagle and the swan,Lightning from Heaven and peace on the pond;By night, the owl, in early morn, the cock —The Creator has given us rich teachings here below.The peacock and the pheasant — blue-green splendorAnd gold, God’s fairy art has made;The little...