In the quiet corners of the mind’s retreat,
Where whispers weave through shadows discreet,
There lies a truth, both ancient and bold,
A secret tale, in silence told.
Beneath the surface of the conscious sea,
Dreams dance like waves, wild and free.
Unseen currents of desire flow,
Planting seeds in the darkened loam below.
A spark ignites in the depths of night,
A vision takes shape, unseen to sight.
In the silence where hopes are sown,
The heart’s quiet wish begins to be known.
Through the veil of mundane days,
A hidden power in soft array,
Guides the steps of those who believe,
In the unseen threads they weave.
In the sacred stillness, thoughts align,
Crafting the future, pure and divine.
What’s wished for in secret, with fervent plea,
Emerges from the dark to the light, set free.
The alchemy of the silent muse,
Turns desires into truths, both bold and fused.
With faith as the compass and dreams as the map,
Reality bends to the softest tap.
The secret manifestation’s art,
Is the silent dance of the willing heart.
Where thoughts become things, in quiet grace,
And wishes find their destined place.
In the twilight of the mind’s soft hue,
The hidden power begins to brew.
Through patience and belief, the dream takes flight,
Manifesting from the shadows into the light.