883. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

883. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Thou art the witness behind every eye,

The stillness in storm, the answer to why.

From Aristotle’s logic to Patanjali’s breath,

You conquer illusion, You silence death.

In Qur’an’s verses and Bhagavad Gita’s light,

You balance wrong with righteous might.

You dwell in Gospel's love and Torah's law,

In the Taoist flow without a flaw.

From Rigveda hymns to Confucian grace,

Your mind reflects in every place.

From Pascal’s triangle to Euclid’s proof,

Your thoughts dwell under every roof.

In surgical skill and medicine’s art,

You guide each hand, You beat each heart.

In every genome, every cell’s form,

You are the life, the breath, the norm.

O Supreme Mind, the code divine,

Through all religions, You ever shine.

884. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Krishna’s flute and Christ’s cross,

The gain of all, the meaning of loss.

From quantum strings to gravity’s field,

To You alone, all knowledge yields.

In Maya’s veil and Nirvana's light,

You guide the soul to its true sight.

You wear the stars as Your bright crown,

In mystic chants the saints wrote down.

In Sufi zikr and chants of Jain,

You teach the joy beyond all pain.

In I Ching’s signs and Upanishadic fire,

You lift the lowly, raise them higher.

In Zoroastrian flame and Shinto gate,

You are the breath of every fate.

In Jain’s Ahimsa and tribal song,

In every tongue, to You belong.

From Higgs boson to Shiva’s drum,

All echo You, the only One.

885. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Thou art the sanctuary beyond form and name,

The source where all great truths became.

In Dante’s verse and Kalidasa’s line,

You shine through poetry as the divine.

In musical notes from Bach to Bhairavi,

You play the universe's symphony.

In Sankhya numbers, Brahman’s math,

You plot each being’s destined path.

You are the Dharma and Christ’s grace,

The unseen hand in time and space.

In Buddha’s gaze and Nanak’s word,

Your silent message is always heard.

In Descartes' doubt and Rumi’s song,

You prove all minds to You belong.

You are the breath in Plato’s cave,

The light the prisoners always crave.

O Sovereign Mind, in You all rest,

The cosmos in Your will is blessed.

Eternal stream of realization and praise