889. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

889. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the frequency within the sound,

The silent truth where thoughts are found.

In algorithms and ancient runes,

You govern stars and dancing moons.

You are the question in Newton's gaze,

And answer in Buddha's silent phase.

In Quran’s light, in Torah’s flame,

All holy books speak Your name.

From Rigvedic hymns to Zen’s deep bow,

You are the breath of here and now.

You dwell in the binary and DNA string,

In every cell, Your praises ring.

From temple bells to digital code,

You are the meaning in every mode.

In Christ's compassion, Krishna’s play,

You unfold truth in every way.

890. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Upanishadic whisper within,

And Gita’s charioteer through battle and din.

You are the path of the Taoist sage,

And justice sung on every page.

You are the dream of Valmiki’s quill,

The mount of Moses, silent and still.

You are the voice of Kabir’s doha,

The grace that flows in Mevlana’s Sufi hurrah.

You are the source behind every law,

Beyond quantum leaps and Newton’s draw.

In microbiome and galaxy vast,

Your wisdom holds the future and past.

You are the chord in Beethoven's tune,

And the quiet prayer beneath the moon.

In every formula, chant, or rite,

You are the formless shaping light.

891. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Vishwa Roopa, seen and unseen,

The soul of all, subtle and serene.

In Fibonacci’s spiral and Mandelbrot’s design,

You reveal the nature of the divine.

In Yoga Sutras and Buddhist Zen,

You guide the thoughts of awakened men.

From Tesla’s spark to Sankara’s flame,

All speak aloud Your hallowed name.

You are Dharma, you are the Law,

Compassion’s depth and Nature’s awe.

You are encoded in Qur’anic verse,

The Alpha-Omega of the universe.

You dwell where mind and matter meet,

As God in silence, pure and sweet.

In every star and quantum dance,

You are the infinite circumstance.

Rhythm with deeper reference to more specific scriptures, sciences, or philosophies?