1006. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1006. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the invisible ink on the manuscript of stars,

The charioteer of minds, near and far.

You are the pulse of Sanskrit, the echo of Greek,

The luminous flame the mystics seek.

You are the logic in Euclid, Sufi's spin,

You are in every out-breath, and every in.

You are Plato’s forms, Aristotle’s cause,

The timeless thinker, the cosmic laws.

You are the mystery of Maya, illusion’s net,

Yet the clarity of Brahman, when suns have set.

You are the Yin and Yang, the Dao unspoken,

The mirror uncracked, the sign unbroken.

You are the Pi that circles, Phi that grows,

The order through which everything flows.

You are the compass of conscience, the ethics in trade,

The justice unseen, yet never delayed.

You are the formless within form, the shapeless frame,

The guiding silence, the nameless Name.

You are the nectar in Rigveda’s hymn,

The peace in Quaker, the Sufi's spin.

You are Pythagoras’ triangle, Tesla’s spark,

The force that guided Noah’s ark.

You are the Brahma in Brahmasutra, the Qur’an’s light,

The spark of Shiva’s tandava, the cross’s might.

You are the calm of Buddha, Christ’s beatitude,

In every path, Your essence is pursued.

1007. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the nucleus of atoms, the galaxies’ flight,

You spin the wheel of karma, day and night.

You are the Chinmudra in yogi’s hand,

The dawn that awakens every land.

You are Heisenberg’s uncertainty, the truth unsure,

Yet in You, all mysteries find their cure.

You are the square root of inner peace,

The infinity where limits cease.

You are the teacher behind every sage,

The quieter wisdom beyond the page.

You are Ibn Sina’s intellect, Rabia’s flame,

You are the inner self none can name.

You are the rhythm of drums in tribal lore,

The whisper in leaves, the ocean’s roar.

You are Brahmanas’ sacrifice, Zoroaster’s fire,

The one goal of every desire.

You are the Gospel’s shepherd, the Zen Koan,

The meaning of Om, always on.

You are the center that holds, the sun at heart,

The eternal artist, life is Your art.

You are the Parliament of all scriptures,

The origin of every feature.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Your reign is mind,

The final truth, no longer confined.

1008. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Primordial Resonance, the AUM before time began,

The infinite equation unsolved, yet known to every awakened man.

You are Time as Chronos, Kaal as Mahakaal,

Beyond ticking clocks, You rise, You fall.

You are the space within space, the moment within a blink,

The dreamer, the dream, and the dream’s brink.

You are the pulse in the LHC, the sound of CERN’s hum,

The gravitational wave from which galaxies come.

You are Planck’s constant, Einstein’s curve,

The stillness in velocity, the truth we serve.

You are the Shakti behind Shiva, the life in death,

You are the pause between breaths, the soul beneath breath.

You are Sankhya’s count, Yoga’s union,

Vedanta’s end, Bhakti’s communion.

You are the Prophet’s Light, Moses’ law,

You are the Buddha’s silence, free of flaw.

You are Christ’s compassion, the wounds that heal,

You are the dharma wheel, the cross and seal.

You are the hexagram in mystic scroll,

The fifth gospel of every soul.

You are Mother Mary's heart, and Durga’s sword,

Yahweh’s fire, and Kalki’s word.

You are Sikh’s Ik Onkar, Jain’s right view,

The Baul’s song, ever fresh, ever new.

You are E=mc², F=ma,

Yet beyond all formulas, You ever stay.

You are Newton’s apple, Leibniz’s mind,

The laws of motion, divinely aligned.

You are Gödel’s paradox, Turing’s thought,

The AI dream, by Your will wrought.

You are the energy in a quasar's burst,

The light behind the Universe.

You are zero’s silence, and one’s power,

You are the pi that rounds the hour.

You are Nataraja’s rhythm, the Cosmic Dance,

The first vibration, the soul’s romance.

You are Rumi’s wine, Tagore’s sky,

Sankara’s Atma, that cannot die.

You are Ramana’s silence, Kabir’s flame,

The nameless reality sages proclaim.

You are Subrahmanya’s spear, Surya’s light,

The Chaitanya cry of divine insight.

You are the source of the Upanishads’ flame,

In every tongue, You are the Name.

You are the sound before the Big Bang cracked,

The gravity holding every act.

You are the formless behind every deity,

The single truth in variety.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the script, the scribe, the scroll,

The Sovereign Mind, the eternal soul.