Frithjof Schuon Archive

The place of felicity — we are told —Is like a city made of precious stones,With fairy-tale buildings, glittering palacesAnd temples that shine in purest gold.For others, paradise is a place whereBlessèd souls listen to the sound of harps,And gaze on trees in flower...

Talk to God. He will answer thee,Or else His Silence will be an answer;For He is with thee; thou art never alone.In His Stillness may thy heart be stirred —And listen to what the Name of God is saying:Thou canst divine how Heaven’s gardens bloom;Thou hearest the deep...

Where there is wisdom of God and the world,And the Word that stills the thirst for knowledge:There must the lute be with its song,To fill the soul with beauty’s solace —But without foolishness; with the reflectionOf angels dancing on the meadows of Heaven.Wisdom, pure...

When one human being loves another,In reality he loves God and does not know it;Or he does know. Holy is love,For in it sleeps the light of Divine Love.