Frithjof Schuon Archive

The Now in God; a thousand times I say it.No before or after, only the rayOf the Supreme Name that fills the heartAnd stills our deepest yearning.This is God-remembrance. Yet the day’s activitiesGo on; we must be brave.Let God bear the burdens of thy daily life —In...

The edifice of doctrine is a sacred house;You cannot dispense with its teaching words,And think that everything resides in ecstasy;This would be to destroy the forms of Truth.In the beginning was the Word: bow down to earth;Then comes the Way: half battle, half...

Duration wears down the souls of many men,But the mill of time does not grind down the sage;Standing before God, not asking where or when,He is always ready for the deep vision of the heart.Oblivious of God, the fool’s heart withers,His life grows old, the world grows...

In ripe old age one knows that lifeIs but a veil of mist that fairies weave;One wonders what the world is — and one knowsAll too well; no more is one naïve.Behind this fabric is the clarityThat bestows peace and whose solace one drinks —A river of light, whose...