Frithjof Schuon Archive

The world’s fabric is so strange:Everyone thinks that he alone is “I”;Yet he sees and believes that there are others,And that the whole dream flows into the past.

The sun lovingly gives us light and warmth;And God, from His Pure Being, gives us truth and love.Thou wast created in God’s image;So thou too must give from what God has given thee —And what thou givest, thou above all must be.

From the Emperor Fo Hi came the trigrams —Eight signs that contain the whole world;They have their roots in the Highest Divinity —And also in the deepest folds of our hearts.I cite them as an example of those ScripturesThat lift the dark veil from the Mysteries;And...

You look at your hands and feet —But your face you cannot see.You know surely you art not another —Yet the enigma of the ego you cannot understand.