Frithjof Schuon Archive

Nudity is sacred through the likenessGod gave to man; worldliness, however,Desecrates the body. Inversely, clothingOften means the evil one’s hatred of the sacred.The gods, it is said, rejoice over the body,For Lakshmî dwells in every noble womanAnd blesses the...

Late summer has now kissed the land;With weary rustling in the woods;The little flowers on the hillBow their heads towards autumn.The rose glows in the evening light,And fades away — spring is long past;A man stands there and, quite alone,Harkens to the Creator’s...

There is not only the beauty of becoming,There is also that of contemplative un-becoming —Thus the extinction that beautifies the soul,When it leans upon the Good of all Goods.When thoughts flee into non-existence —“This is the city of Benares, that I am.”

Mongols love flowers and mysteries.The magical charm of Yellow womenIs explained by this noble pattern of soul —With flowers one can build bridges to Heaven.The content of the most profound questions,The Yellow man can say with flowers.