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Among all of Allah’s creations in this universe, the human mind is one of the most powerful realities. Every great human creation—houses, books, art, cities, and civilizations—first begins as an invisible thought, dream, or desire within the mind before becoming visible in the material world. A house exists first as imagination before becoming bricks and walls; a book begins as inspiration before becoming printed pages; a city is first a design before it rises in steel and stone. In this way, visible reality is often the final expression of invisible consciousness. Qur’anic Verses Used 41:53 “We will show them Our signs in the horizons and within themselves until it becomes clear to them that it is the Truth. Is it not enough that your Lord is Witness over all things?” 2. Surah Yā-Sīn (36:82) 3. Surah Al-Baqarah (2:115) Lyrics- سَنُرِيهِمْ آيَاتِنَا فِي الْآفَاقِ وَفِي أَنفُسِهِمْ حَتَّىٰ يَتَبَيَّنَ لَهُمْ أَنَّهُ الْحَقُّ So now I behold every world, every gleam, As signs in the tide of the Infinite Dream. In stars and in souls shines the radiant theme, That all things reveal the One Truth Supreme. I wandered alone where the silence had died, Through valleys where shadows and visions collide, The trees were not trees but the breathings of thought, The rivers were memories the spirit had wrought. The stones on the path were intentions once cast, Born deep in the chambers where futures are vast. A castle arose from a whisper I gave, Its towers were dreams that the soul tried to save. Its windows held skies no eye ever could see, Yet mirrored the depths of eternity’s sea, The birds sang in verses not written in air, But hymns from the realms where all symbols are bare. The sun wore a halo of longing and flame, And burned with the sound of the unspoken Name. سَنُرِيهِمْ آيَاتِنَا فِي الْآفَاقِ وَفِي أَنفُسِهِمْ [Verse| Instrumental | slow | very Melodious] He shows us His signs in the stars and the soul, In the vast outer heavens, in the depths of the whole, The mountains and rivers, the breath and the stream, All whisper His truth through the Infinite Dream. We dream, and the dreaming becomes what we see, A whisper, a wonder, becoming the sea. The mountain, the valley, the star in the stream, All rise from the heart of the Infinite Dream. The forms that we touch are the thoughts of the One, Each soul is a spark from the formless Sun. The world is a mirror where mysteries gleam— All life is the song of the Infinite Dream. I met a lone merchant on pathways of sand, With silence for silver and truth in his hand, He opened a scroll that was empty yet bright, And said, “This is the script of the world in your sight.” I asked him, “What mountains? What oceans? What skies? Are these only visions behind mortal eyes?” He laughed like a sage who had shattered the wall, And said, “Matter is mind wearing garments of all.” “What you call the earth is a thought clothed in clay, A ripple of spirit in temporal play. Your senses are painters that color the real, Yet behind every color lies infinite Will. A million minds gather like stars in the flame, Yet all are reflections of one sacred Name.” إِنَّمَا أَمْرُهُ إِذَا أَرَادَ شَيْئًا أَنْ يَقُولَ لَهُ كُن فَيَكُونُ [Verse| Instrumental | slow | very Melodious] He speaks and creation awakens in light, From “Be” into being, from darkness to sight, The worlds and the heavens arise from His tune, All born from His Will in the hush of Kun Fayakūn. We dream, and the dreaming becomes what we see, A whisper, a wonder, becoming the sea. The mountain, the valley, the star in the stream, All rise from the heart of the Infinite Dream. The forms that we touch are the thoughts of the One, Each soul is a spark from the formless Sun. The world is a mirror where mysteries gleam— All life is the song of the Infinite Dream. He vanished like breath when the dawn starts to rise, And left me alone with the veil in my eyes, The world became softer, the edges less bound, As if every atom was humming with sound. Then came a great woman with fire in her hand, She walked like the moon over shimmering sand. She said, “This great kingdom you think that you know, Is woven from dreams in the soul’s hidden glow, They shape and they bind, they awaken, they grieve, Yet forget they are makers of all they perceive.” فَأَيْنَمَا تُوَلُّوا فَثَمَّ وَجْهُ اللَّهِ [Verse| Instrumental | slow | very Melodious] Turn where you will and His Presence is near, In the light of the dawn and the night crystal clear, In every direction His signs softly stream, The Face of the One fills the Infinite Dream. We dream, and the dreaming becomes what we see, A whisper, a wonder, becoming the sea. The mountain, the valley, the star in the stream, All rise from the heart of the Infinite Dream. The forms that we touch are the thoughts of the One, Each soul is a spark from the formless Sun. The world is a mirror where mysteries gleam— All life is the song of the Infinite Dream.