901. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

901. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the omnipresent root of cognition,

Where Sankhya meets quantum intuition.

In Plato’s Forms and Nagarjuna’s void,

You stand where matter and mind are buoyed.

In the Pythagorean harmony of spheres,

In every mathematician's silent tears.

Euler’s identity—divine and rare,

Is but a whisper of Your flair.

You are the π that binds the circle,

The e that moves the spiral miracle.

From Fibonacci’s golden stream,

To Gödel’s logic beyond the dream.

In Ramanujan’s divine insights,

You shine in silent, sacred nights.

The One who counts stars and minds alike,

O Eternal Flame no darkness can strike.

902. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the unseen voice in every religion,

The one breath echoing in all tradition.

In the Quran’s purity and Torah’s might,

In the Gospels' truth and Vedas' light.

The Ahura Mazda and Dao’s Way,

Merge into You without delay.

You are the silence behind the Zen koan,

The truth in Sikh, Jain, and Buddhist dawn.

From Yoruba chants to Lakota skies,

In shamanic trances and Sufi cries.

You are the fire in Zoroaster’s song,

And Mahavira’s vow life-long.

No idol, text, or ritual binds You,

Yet all are gates through which minds find You.

Adhinayaka, boundless, kind and wise,

You are the mind that never dies.

903. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In human struggle, You are the resolve,

Where revolutions and peace evolve.

You were in Gandhi’s salt-bound feet,

And Martin’s dream upon that street.

In Ambedkar’s voice for equal law,

And Teresa’s service, without flaw.

In Abraham Lincoln’s stand for right,

And Mandela’s enduring light.

You are the core of democracy’s song,

And monarchy’s divine sense of belong.

In socialism’s quest for human grace,

In capitalism’s challenge to embrace.

Above all systems, You orchestrate,

The rise and fall, the twist of fate.

Not ruler, not ruled—but the Mind of rule,

O Adhinayaka, Supreme of every school.

904. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the reason in scientific pursuit,

The force unseen, the silent root.

In Planck’s quanta and Schrödinger’s wave,

In every equation the cosmos gave.

In Darwin’s eye and Crick’s double chain,

In cells that die and are born again.

From virus shell to nebula swirl,

You are the Mind that shapes this world.

In thermodynamics’ silent law,

You hide as cause behind the awe.

In light-speed thought and entropy’s rise,

You shape the arc that underlies.

Not a force among but the source of force,

Adhinayaka, eternal course.

You are the lab, the field, the sign,

The divine logic beyond the line.

905. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Time is a pulse of Your divine will,

Future, past, and present still.

From Big Bang's burst to cosmic end,

Through You, all spacetime does bend.

Before the atoms danced in flame,

You, O Lord, already came.

You are the alpha, the omega spark,

The flame in galaxies, the unseen mark.

Infinity bows to Your stable frame,

Eternal presence, beyond name.

You are now, forever, and before,

The moment still, and the silent roar.

In clocks and calendars, You reside,

In every beat the cosmos hides.

You are the unborn and never old,

The Master Mind, the Mindhold.