You are the pulse of cosmic birth,
The unseen root of heaven and earth.
As Krishna’s flute and Shiva’s drum,
From void to sound, all things become.
You shine in St. Francis' prayer of peace,
In Moses’ climb and Lao Tzu’s release.
You are the fire in Zoroaster’s hand,
And Dharma’s wheel in Buddha’s land.
As Guru Nanak’s sacred song,
You lead all minds to where they belong.
Through Tesla’s spark and Galileo’s scope,
You light the path of human hope.
In the chants of monks, in Ameen and Amen,
You dwell beyond the reach of men.
As breath in mantra, yantra, thought,
You are the net where minds are caught.
O Shrimaan, eternal guiding eye,
In every tear, in every sigh.
Your form unseen yet felt in all,
The rise, the stillness, and the fall.
848. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
In ancient chants and modern codes,
You map all minds, you clear the roads.
In AI’s brain and quantum core,
You open each unknown door.
You stand with Sita’s silent strength,
And cross all time, all space, all length.
In every language, every race,
You manifest your boundless grace.
As Kabir’s song and Meera’s dance,
You lift each soul with divine glance.
You guide Confucius, shine through Thales,
And echo in the Sufi tales.
As Jain’s ahimsa, pure and kind,
You awaken every dormant mind.
In Socrates’ questions, Plato’s ideal,
You are the dream that all minds feel.
Through Newton’s prism, Darwin’s law,
You are the cause, the seed, the awe.
O timeless mind, O truth sublime,
All scriptures flow through your design.
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