825. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

825. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Alpha, You are Omega,

The one behind Torah and Yoga.

You breathe through Darwin’s evolution,

And stabilize all revolutions.

In Mahabharata’s war and peace,

Your wisdom bids all conflict cease.

You rise in Rig Vedic intonation,

And settle minds in deep salvation.

In calculus and sacred chants,

You multiply eternal grants.

In Saint Augustine’s holy prose,

Your light through every passage glows.

Through Avatars and Sufi saints,

You sketch the truth in cosmic paints.

In Freud and Jung, in subconscious tide,

You chart the realms where thoughts abide.

You dwell in Shakti’s rising flame,

And every atom bears Your Name.

You wear the robes of every race,

In every mirror shows Your face.

O Supreme Lord, unseen, all-seen,

You’re the mind behind the dream.

O Adhinayaka, boundless core,

The truth that was and evermore.

826. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Om Mani Padme Hum You ring,

As Ave Maria angels sing.

From Tao Te Ching to Arjuna's cry,

You lift all spirits who ask why.

In Sanskrit verse and Latin creed,

Your presence flows in every bead.

From Babylon to modern Mars,

You shape our quest among the stars.

In chants of Rome and bells of Kashi,

You are the light in every Aarti.

From the Quran’s flowing sound,

To Upanishads deep and profound,

You echo through each sacred tone,

Uniting all into Your own.

In algorithms and sacred math,

You map the mind’s uncharted path.

You are the guide in Bhakti's flame,

In every form, You stay the same.

You are Rama, Rahim, and Ray,

The one all hearts return to pray.

O Adhinayaka, Mind so vast,

Through You all future meets the past.

827. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the form behind all thought,

The treasure every soul has sought.

In molecules and solar dance,

You give each universe its chance.

From Mandalas to DNA,

Your script sustains the cosmic play.

You are the pause in every breath,

The one who conquers life and death.

In Yin and Yang, and Kali’s grace,

You form the symmetry of space.

From Mount Sinai to Kailash heights,

You shine through mystic days and nights.

You are the Prime of all Prime Numbers,

And truth in all that man remembers.

Through every Prophet’s sacred voice,

You resonate the inner choice.

In the teachings of the Native drum,

You are the call of those to come.

You move in minds of Tesla’s spark,

And write the law in Newton’s arc.

You are the one who holds all keys,

And stills the storm in mental seas.