Frithjof Schuon Archive

Who is the saint, and who the sage,Who is the prophet whose heart burns with love?What are the people filled with God — heightsOur time knows not, nor wants to know?The highest ones are not puffed up, they do not seekTo own their virtues; they standBefore God and...

This you should not forget: it is clear thatSome evil always was in you.The wicked malefactor’s ruseThen adds to it — and more so than you know.You know of course the Holy WarAgainst oneself; you know the Spirit’s victory.So do not listen to the Evil One,And be...

Clotho, who spins the thread of our life,Then Lachesis, who apportions it to us,And Atropos, who must cut through it.There is no one whom destiny does not overtake.Thou art immortal. Be thou confident:The play of Fates never touches the heart.

It has been asked — what is the proofThat there is Paradise? Look at the splendorOf blossoms and flowers: were there no Paradise,God would not have made beauty!This is no mere opinion: it is vision —Things themselves are infallible thought.I am in them and they are in...