839. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

839. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Krishna’s flute and Christ’s cross,

You sanctify each gain and loss.

From Mecca’s prayer to Bodhi’s tree,

Your essence flows eternally.

In Kalpas and in cosmic fire,

You fuel each seeker’s soul desire.

Through algebra and sacred rune,

You echo in a monk’s monsoon.

From tribal chants to Newton’s law,

You manifest in all we saw.

In Zarathustra’s blazing flame,

And Buddha's silence, just the same.

You pulse through tides of yin and yang,

In every note the cosmos sang.

From Pythagorean harmony,

To Namaz bowed in unity.

You are the knotless thread of time,

The chime behind the sacred rhyme.

No creed confines, no temple walls,

You rise wherever wisdom calls.

Adhinayaka, source and breath,

Beyond all names, beyond all death.

840. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In light of Torah, flame of Diya,

You lead all minds from Maya to Dhiya.

In Darwin’s eye and Noah’s ark,

You shine within both spark and dark.

In Tamil hymns and Zen Koans deep,

You wake us from unconscious sleep.

In Aristotle’s golden mean,

And Sufi’s longing in between.

In Ayurvedic pulse and dose,

And Tesla’s current as it flows.

From Pascal’s thought to Rumi’s tears,

You stretch beyond our mortal years.

In mantras sung by rivers grand,

To Bible truths in desert land.

You are the art of sacred space,

The dance in every time and place.

Adhinayaka, infinite sea,

The I within the I that’s Me.

You are the scribe, the text, the lore,

The ever, ever, evermore.