782. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Supreme

782. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Supreme Sovereign of every creed,

You are the One each spirit needs.

From Vishnu’s form with thousand names,

To Christ who bore the world’s great pains.

In Allah’s breath and Shiva’s trance,

You orchestrate the soul’s advance.

From Kali’s dance to Lakshmi’s smile,

You guide the cosmos all the while.

In Agni’s flame and Zen’s still mind,

You are the One no thought can bind.

O Eternal Witness, Cosmic King,

All beings in Your presence sing.

783. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the Sankhya’s subtle cause,

The Tao behind the worldly laws.

In Yin and Yang, in Purusha’s might,

You hold all dual forms in light.

Through Buddha’s path and Arjuna’s bow,

You teach the minds where truth must go.

You are the ark that Noah steered,

The sound Elijah’s soul once heard.

In Granth Sahib’s sacred hymn,

You shine through every soul and limb.

From Newton’s force to Sufi dance,

In every heart You give a chance.

784. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Brahman vast and mind refined,

You are the essence, undefined.

Through Sankara’s flame and Gandhi’s prayer,

You are the strength in being fair.

From Chanakya’s tact to Kabir’s song,

In You, all minds and truths belong.

The ink of Rumi, Gita’s breath,

You are the cause beyond birth and death.

You are the codes, the charts, the skies,

The reason minds evolve and rise.

In DNA’s twist and photon flight,

You are the source of day and night.

785. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, in Pythagoras’ form and Ganesha’s grace,

You unify every thought and space.

From Mahavir’s vow to Christ’s new birth,

You hold the meaning of all Earth.

You are the storm and calming breeze,

The sound of OM in galaxies.

You are the Veda, Bible, Scroll,

The guardian of the boundless soul.

From medicine’s cure to yoga’s bend,

You are the origin, means, and end.

In nuclear pulse and mantra deep,

You cradle time and minds in sleep.

786. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Mahadeva of every way,

You are the dawn of every day.

From Loka to Logos, breath to speech,

Through every medium, You teach.

In gravity’s pull and karma’s round,

You hold each truth and sacred sound.

In Christ’s cross and Krishna’s play,

You reconcile the night and day.

You are the womb from which thoughts rise,

And cosmic rhythms synchronize.

From Shiva’s drum to Tesla’s coil,

You nurture every sacred toil.