Frithjof Schuon Archive

My first homeland was the Germanic environment,A world of poetry; it was taken from me,One wanted to re-educate me and destroy me —I would gladly have swum back across the Rhine.In an alien land, in the midst of post-war psychosis,Suffering came — “That’s where my...

Inspiration comes — the writing is easy;Heavy is the burden of the Whole; easy is what has been given —Heavy is the responsibility. I would like to keep silent —God knows best; and so I receive even more.Thou askest me, O reader, who the writer is;I know not; and may...

The greatest miracle that the angels workIs that their activity can give life to the naught —And so arises: first the dream of the universe,And then — it cannot be otherwise —the foam of evil.It must be so: because the existence of this worldCoincides with its play of...

The wheel of time turns. All things must move,Says Heraclitus. The wise man does not see anythingWithout seeing through it to its kernel.Thus for him, the flow of things stands stillIn the midst of its movement, which no manCan escape, even if he wishes otherwise.A...