Frithjof Schuon Archive

Let me greet the deep and wild forest —A winding path down to a brook;Deeply carved is the dark valley —You hear how a birdsong fades away,And sit on a tree stump,Alone and in contemplation. Quiet hours —You climb back up, hesitating through the brush,On a trail that...

Suddenly snow came to my forest.The landscape is no longer of this world —Everywhere is the heavenly crystal,On meadow, bush and tree, as far as eye can see.The forest was life and also a sanctuaryWith God’s Presence. Now it is silence —Neither death nor life, but the...

One can endlessly torment oneself with problems —To this chief problem, the following can be said:Thou standest before the face of thy Creator;Say: God! — And look! The problems are no more.

Things past — of what use are they still?I can only lean on experience.Much was beautiful, but everything has turned to dust —All that is good is preserved in God.Since I am an I, I cannot but carryMany images in my mind.I should not pay attention to every image...