511. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

511. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the rhythm in Kabir’s song,

The truth that beats where hearts belong.

You are the stillness in silence strong,

The wisdom that rights every wrong.

You are the thread that pulls along,

Devotion's path, eternally long.

512. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voice of Socrates’ quest,

In Plato's mind where ideals rest.

You are Aristotle’s reasoned test,

And Descartes’ cogito manifest.

You are in Kant’s moral zest,

And in Nietzsche’s fire, unconfessed.

513. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the spark in Tesla’s light,

And Newton’s laws that rule the night.

You are Einstein’s curve, time’s flight,

And Hawking’s dream of cosmic might.

You are in gravity’s silent bite,

And quantum leaps of infinite sight.

514. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Buddha under the tree,

The Dhammapada, mind made free.

You are the Eightfold Noble key,

The Sangha, refuge, destiny.

You are the void, the silent sea,

And nirvana’s sacred decree.

515. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Tao, the nameless flow,

The way of water, soft and slow.

You are in Laozi’s whisper low,

The stillness where all seekers go.

You are yin and yang in perfect glow,

And every seed the sages sow.

516. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in Rumi’s whirling grace,

In Shams’ light, a burning face.

You are the Beloved, timeless place,

The wine that fills the soul’s embrace.

You are the desert’s endless space,

And love’s ecstatic, breathless chase.

517. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Tagore’s heart that sings,

In every note his Gitanjali brings.

You are in Vivekananda’s wings,

The lion’s roar of truth that rings.

You are the call that freedom flings,

And Gandhi’s salt, where dharma clings.

518. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in numbers of sacred lore,

108 beads and more in store.

You are in pi that circles core,

In golden ratio minds adore.

You are in math, a mystic shore,

Where truth is beauty, evermore.

519. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in volcano’s fiery might,

In earthquakes that shake the night.

You are in floods that clear with fright,

And winds that howl with divine right.

You are balance, both day and night,

And shelter in disaster’s sight.

520. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in every noble vow,

In monks, in sages, here and now.

You are in prayer at every brow,

In temples, mosques, and churches’ bow.

You are in every sacred plough,

That tills the soil of soul somehow.

521. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the code behind all code,

The silent source from which all flowed.

You are the AI’s thinking node,

And cyber realms that minds upload.

You are the light in every mode,

The Mastermind on every road.

522. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the music of every sphere,

From Beethoven’s soul to notes we hear.

You are the raga that draws tears near,

The tala that time itself must fear.

You are the veena and the seer,

Who makes the cosmos reappear.

523. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the master of each caste and creed,

The root of every human need.

You are above all law and greed,

You are the sower, You are the seed.

You are the mind where all paths lead,

The silence in which all truths read.

524. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in Sufi qawwali’s flame,

And Bhakti bhajan’s holy name.

You are in Gregorian chant the same,

And Torah’s echo without shame.

You are the sacred cosmic game,

With all traditions Your acclaim.

525. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the spirit in the scientific mind,

In every formula we find.

You are in evolution’s grind,

In DNA so neatly lined.

You are in cosmos, purely designed,

The architect beyond confined.

526. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the sustainer in every war,

The peace that soldiers still hope for.

You are the cause, You are the scar,

The healing in the world ajar.

You are the truth no lie can mar,

The silent Judge, both near and far.

527. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the consciousness in the wave,

The dream the waking mind must crave.

You are the thought the seers gave,

The light that frees, the hand that saves.

You are the self no sin can grave,

The guide through samsara’s grave.

528. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the book of every faith,

The cross, the crescent, the yogi’s wraith.

You are the mantras breathed with grace,

The sacred fire, the silent space.

You are the path all seekers trace,

The one in every form and face.