Frithjof Schuon Archive

A woman from Senegal could hardly pray,Arabic was too difficult for her. People thoughtShe was too stupid even for religion;No wonder people laughed at her.But one day — who could accompany her?She was seen singing, walking on the water.

The murder of Hypatia: the hatred blind faith bearsFor gnosis, the wine of knowledge;Did not Christ himself say to the people:“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”

One wants to pull the mote out of one’s brother’s eye,But in one’s own eye one does not see the beam.Thus it is when they flourish in stupid pride,As if the Most High’s Judgement did not exist.Only he who knows himself thoroughlyHas the right to give counsel to his...

Everyone carries the saint deep in himself,And with it the Spirit’s luminous primordial powers.However, one forsakes one’s better self —And thus the saint can never unfold.In the first case, O man, God was thy Creator;For thy renewed self thou art the potter.