Frithjof Schuon Archive

The book comes to an end, but not the singing;It lies in space and time and in all things,And yet is spaceless, timeless, beyond form —It is the content and radiance of our existence.The signs of God have their own speech;Thou hear’st it or thou hear’st it not.This...

The Bodhisattva’s graces, it is said,Extend much further than the spoken word —His body is the open house of his Enlightenment,Bestowing upon us its saving radiance.To give is more blessèd than to receive.Radiate, O Bodhisattva, what the heart desires.What thou hast...

Wise Solomon had temples builtTo foreign gods, for his belovèd wives;With loving sweetness Magdalene pouredSpikenard oil on Jesus’ feet.On Dante’s thorny path of lifeRavenna’s noble women were a grace.The eternal feminine I wish to praise —Woman’s solace is a favor...

This you must understand: I wish to feel ÂnandaIn all refreshing earthly things:A tree in bloom, a noble maiden,A love-song that delights the soul.And on the other hand: I wish to find refugeFrom all distractions of the mind;O blissful cessation of fleeting thoughts...