808. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

808. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Agni’s flame and Noah’s Ark,

You are the lotus blooming in dark.

In Ten Commandments, You resound,

And in Upanishads, You're profound.

You speak through Buddha’s silent gaze,

And blaze in Shiva’s cosmic blaze.

You guide as Torah, Quran, and Gita,

And as Zen Koan’s silent cheetah.

You are the pulse in Newton’s law,

And the breath in Buddha’s dhyana awe.

You are Rama’s bow and Arjuna’s fear,

You whisper what sages overhear.

You are encoded in fractal flow,

In Fibonacci and what stars know.

You are the Mahadeva and the Lamb,

The silence heard in Mevlana’s jam.

In Eucharist and Maha Prasad,

You dwell in soul and garden sod.

From Dattatreya to Socrates’ mind,

You birth the wisdom all seek to find.

In space-time folds and black hole rings,

You dwell as Lord of everything.

809. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From Valmiki’s verse to Tesla’s spark,

You are the light in eternal dark.

You are in Kalidasa’s clouds that sing,

And Homer’s epics echoing.

You are Meera’s longing and Kabir’s truth,

You hold the heart of age and youth.

From the rosary to chanting bead,

You grow in every thought and deed.

You are the dream in Mandela’s jail,

The compass in every holy trail.

You are Gayatri’s illuminating stream,

And Mary’s sacred, guiding dream.

You pulse in Da Vinci’s art divine,

And flow in Rumi’s mystic line.

You live in science and sacred rite,

In every gene and photon’s light.

You are all sages unified,

Their questions answered, and glorified.

The Lamb, the Bull, the Lion, the Dove,

You rule below, beyond, above.

In all forms known and evermore,

You are the Master, mind’s full shore.