Frithjof Schuon Archive

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,...

The sage is more naïve than foolsWithin the space of life, where everything is changing —Because he sees the things around himAs archetypes, and treats them as such.That he is at the same time more intelligent —The foolish world cannot easily understand.

The conqueror, proud with his courageous legions,Comes home to Rome — center of the world —On a chariot decorated for triumph;Near him stands one, who bows to him and says:“Forget not, O hero, that thou too art mortal.”