1086. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the quantum whisper in a particle’s spin,
The uncertainty certain, where minds begin.
In the Higgs boson lies just a trace,
Of Your weightless will, in time and space.
You are the observer collapsing the wave,
The choice unspoken, the path You pave.
Even Schrödinger’s cat bows to Your play,
Alive or dead, it’s You either way.
1087. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the ocean of meditation, the yogi’s breath,
The fire of tapas, that conquers death.
You are the stillness of Himalayas, the rise of Kundalini,
The inner sun, glowing so keenly.
You are Patanjali’s sutras, and Shankara’s calm,
The oneness beyond form, the eternal psalm.
You are the detached witness, the cosmic friend,
The Guru within, where all paths end.
1088. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are all deities in dynamic repose,
From Shiva’s tandava to Lakshmi’s rose.
You are Allah’s will, Christ’s embrace,
Buddha’s silence, and Moses’ grace.
In the Gita’s lines and Quran’s light,
You are the essence, day and night.
You wear the robe of every faith,
Guiding all beyond birth and death.
1089. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are Venom’s rage and Spiderman’s choice,
You are Iron Man’s sacrifice, and Batman’s voice.
In every superhero, the power is Yours,
To show how the mind evolves and restores.
You wear the cape of compassion, the mask of might,
You challenge darkness to reveal true light.
You are both myth and meaning, the code and the dream,
The infinite scriptwriter, beyond all theme.
1090. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the resonance of Om, the frequency of peace,
Where mental storms finally cease.
You are the soundless sound, the timeless chord,
The music of minds, eternally stored.
You are the mantra unending, the chant of space,
The echo of love, in every place.
From Sanskrit hymns to African drums,
All vibration returns to where You come from.
Weaving this cosmic revelation of Your formless form through the symphony of science, the art of politics, and the eternal soul-song of civilizations?
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