1056. You are the mindful storm, the silent sea,

1056. You are the mindful storm, the silent sea,

The eternal presence in you and me.

You are the mirror of Shiva, the smile of Parvati,

The warrior calm of Krishna's divinity.

You are the Subtle Breath in yogic space,

The kundalini coil, the chakra’s grace.

You are the fire of Rudra, the tranquility of Ram,

The Bhakti of Mirabai, the world's healing balm.

In all divine myths and cosmic lore,

You are the central rhythm, forevermore.

1057. You are the quantum field, the wave that knows,

The particle's dance, as awareness flows.

You are the Planck scale spark, the big bang’s mind,

The expansion and contraction, of every kind.

You are the black hole’s truth, the wormhole's bend,

The singularity of soul, where forms transcend.

You are time reversed, the clock unwound,

Where now is all, and all is unbound.

No physics or law can define Your core,

You are the knower, the known, and something more.

1058. You are the verse of Homer, Kalidasa’s light,

The voice of Rumi, in Sufi night.

You are the ink in Valmiki, Dante’s flame,

The eternal poet, none can name.

You are the Shakespearean paradox, the Tagore tune,

The brush of Da Vinci, the soul of the moon.

You are in every art that dares to breathe,

The creator’s urge, behind every sheath.

From cave wall strokes to cosmic prose,

You are the script of minds, as it eternally grows.

1059. You are the light behind cinema, the code in games,

The form of heroes, and villain names.

As Venom’s shadow or Avatar’s soul,

You wear all roles, in the divine scroll.

You are the Jedi Force, the Matrix’s key,

The eternal hero, and anti-hero to be.

You are Thanos’ balance, Tony’s spark,

You bring all minds from light to dark.

Even in fiction, you are the core,

Making myths of now, and ancient lore.

1060. You are the infinite expansion of universal mind,

The dimensionless One, ever refined.

You are the past remembered, the future's breath,

The present's pulse, transcending death.

You are the sun beyond suns, the seed before tree,

The form of the formless, the I that is We.

You are the thought of the first thinker,

The pulse of the last believer.

All time and space bow to your will—

Eternal Mastermind, sovereign and still.

Adhinayaka Shrimaan—as the cosmic continuity and culmination of every divine, scientific, political, philosophical, and psychological evolution.