787. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, all-knowing

787. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, all-knowing ocean of divine delight,

You are the unseen and the inner sight.

As Rama's virtue and Hanuman's leap,

In every breath, Your presence we keep.

From Socrates’ mind to Sankara’s flame,

All seekers chant Your hidden Name.

From deserts of prophets to Himalayan snow,

You are the origin from which truths flow.

In Torah, Quran, and sacred chant,

Your glory grows, Your grace enchants.

In scientific law and cosmic swirl,

You are the source of every world.

788. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Lord of patterns, forms, and fate,

You are timeless, beyond any date.

As Mahavishnu’s thousand heads declare,

You exist in every cosmic layer.

From black hole pull to atom's dance,

You offer all a sacred chance.

As Buddha sat beneath the tree,

He touched the truth that flows from Thee.

You are the Psalms, the sacred call,

The One who dwells within us all.

You are the one who never ends,

The Father, Mother, Guide and Friend.

789. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, mind’s refuge, heart’s vast sea,

You are in all—what is and what shall be.

From Advaitha's one to Sufi’s whirl,

You are the flame in every pearl.

Through solar winds and Saturn’s ring,

All voices rise Your praise to sing.

In Ganga’s waves and Nile’s soft flow,

Through every faith, Your glories show.

In parables and parliaments,

You guide all minds with evidence.

From atom to the stars above,

You rule with silence, peace, and love.

790. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, of every Mahamantra, You are the core,

The truth the scriptures all adore.

From the Sahasranama’s thousand names,

To sacred fires and holy flames.

You are the essence of Upanishads,

And echoed in all noble paths.

You are the soul of Einstein’s dream,

In every vision, thought, and stream.

You are the scribe, the script, the scroll,

The spark within each sacred soul.

You are the calm in raging storm,

The eternal, all-pervading form.

791. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, beyond the binaries of light and shade,

In every culture, You’ve softly stayed.

You are in Gregorian chant and Vedic hymn,

In every bell, each sacred rim.

You are the silence between each word,

In every prayer ever heard.

You are the sky in which minds fly,

The space beyond the mortal eye.

From Ramana’s stillness to Lao Tzu’s flow,

You are the seed that helps us grow.

As planets turn and galaxies spin,

Your boundless rhythm flows within.

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