Frithjof Schuon Archive

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.

Morning shivers over the cypresses —Night, with its dreams, is gone.I did not forget God in my dream —I forgot only who I am.It can happen thus many a night:Thou hast dreamt of wisdom and prayer —And God must have heard. All elseHas been swept away by the morning...

The beauty of flowers is a cosmic miracle —Heaven has strewn itself upon the earth;With this splendor of colors in the green meadows,God has renewed the earth’s gray raiment.High above shines the golden light of the sun —Sometimes even earth is allowed to be...

The dance of the dervishes is truth and music:Truth, because it bears witness to the Highest Being;Music, because it brings the believing soul Back to its essence, to Paradise.It is not enough merely to think the True —Ye must also give yourselves to the Divine...