It is like a finger pointing away to the moon
Don’t focus on the finger, or you’ll miss all that
heavenly glory.
We chase the signs, we chase the lights
Knowledge is from within, not on websites
The path is shown, yet we stumble blind
Sirat al-Mustaqeem, leading to the Most Kind
Abraham gazed at the star in the sky
He reached for it, but it slipped by
The moon rose next, the sun shone bright
Yet none could hold the eternal Light
He turned his face to the One above
And found the truth in boundless love
Don’t worship the finger, don’t worship the flame
The signs are only pointing, all leading to the same
Look past the shadows, the forms, the disguise
And you’ll see the glory reflected — open your eyes
We will show them Our signs across the horizon wide
And within themselves, where the truth does reside
Until it becomes clear, this is the Truth
Connecting the dots, revealing proof
Our Lord is witness over all things
Let this music pull on your heartstrings
Every step, every word, every silent prayer
Is a finger pointing to the love that’s there
Look beyond the symbols, let the heart perceive
All the wonder the world was made to weave
It is like a finger pointing, away to the moon
Don’t focus on the finger, or you’ll miss all that
heavenly glory.
Don’t worship the prophets, don’t worship the fame
They are only ones pointing, all leading to the same
Look past the shadows, the forms, the disguise
And you’ll see the glory reflected — open your eyes
Open each - open your eyes
It is like a finger pointing away to the moon
Don’t focus on the finger, or you’ll miss all that
heavenly glory.
The story behind the story.