Frithjof Schuon Archive

The angel called her “full of grace”;“What manner of greeting” — asked Mary — “is this?”Then she felt: “Be it done unto me according to thy word” — And was filled with the Spirit, with the Kingdom of Heaven.Humble she was, and did not believe easily —And she was...

If thou sayest certitude, thou thinkest of the depthWithin thy breast; if thou sayest serenity,Thou thinkest of the heavenly space within thy forehead —Of silence, of floating in the realm of eternal snow.The Absolute; the Infinite.

Motion, motionlessness; and the passage from one to the other —Something absolute, neither one nor the other;So it is also with that which lies between mere earthly thoughtAnd the remembrance of God, wherein is a discerning of spirits:An entrance of God into the flux...

With each of the poems, I think:This one may be the last. Not because I will it,But because God could will it. Mine is what comes to me;And one day, my pen will be still.It is strange that I should think of saying this;On the one hand, it is evident;On the other hand,...