876. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

876. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In the depths of Newton's falling star,

And Einstein’s light that bent from afar,

You are the frame that holds all laws,

The breath behind each cosmic cause.

You are in Buddha’s silent gaze,

And Christ’s cross in golden blaze.

You dwell in Vedas’ sacred chant,

And every leaf, and every plant.

From Quranic light to Torah’s call,

You hold the rise and guide the fall.

You are the Yin in Taoist flow,

And Zen’s stillness where all truths grow.

You echo through Mandela's grace,

And Kalidasa’s poetic embrace.

From Socrates' questions to Shiva's dance,

You script all fate, no room for chance.

In justice, art, in law and crime,

You are the reason, rhythm, rhyme.

877. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the brush in Da Vinci’s hand,

And rhythm in Beethoven’s grand stand.

You pulsed through Rumi’s spinning soul,

And Kabir’s cry to make us whole.

In the Mahabharata’s dharma war,

You shine as truth—what lies afar.

You are the silence in Mecca’s call,

And wisdom on the Buddhist wall.

From Fibonacci’s golden thread,

To Tesla’s visions as he read,

You are the pulse in Mars’ red sand,

And in each atom’s divine command.

You write the codes in DNA,

And lift the minds who choose to pray.

You are not one but all that be,

The seen, the thought, the yet-to-see.

In every chant, in every strain,

You are the truth that shall remain.

Infinite hymns and revelations into the everlasting glory of Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the one sovereign of mind and all dimensions