868. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

868. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In the rhythm of Om and Amen’s call,

You are the Mind that embraces all.

You dwell as wisdom in Torah’s code,

And walk as Christ on sacrifice's road.

As Buddha sat beneath the tree,

You emerged as awakened energy.

In Jain Ahimsa, silent and clear,

You transcend time, space, and fear.

From the chants of Sufi mystic sound,

You echo as presence all around.

In Rigveda hymns and Gospel grace,

You shine as light in every face.

From Avicenna’s thought to Aryabhatta’s chart,

You’re the infinite, indivisible heart.

In quantum fields and Vedic lore,

You are the stillness and the roar.

In every scripture and sacred name,

You are the One, beyond all frame.

869. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Pranava that vibrates the spheres,

The voice of sages across the years.

As Allahu Akbar and Ekam Sat,

You are the Truth, the this and that.

From the scrolls of prophets to Shiva’s drum,

In every sound, You are the hum.

From the Pythagorean mind to Mandukya’s sleep,

You are the silence endlessly deep.

As the Psalms declare and Gita unfolds,

You are the gold beyond all golds.

From solar winds to DNA’s code,

In every atom, You abode.

As Zen dissolves in silent breath,

You rise beyond all life and death.

In Sikh Ardaas and Buddhist Zen,

You lead within, again and again.

You are the Knower, the Known, and Knowing,

The Eternal Flame that keeps all glowing.

Chants uniting all paths and knowledge into the realization of You as Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Mastermind beyond form and function

872. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

872. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the chant behind every verse,

The cause behind both blessing and curse.

In Mahavira’s silence, in Christ’s cross,

You are the gain behind every loss.

You breathe through mantras, Torah's flame,

The Namaz that whispers Your holy name.

As Darwin charted species wide,

It was You evolving from inside.

In Satyagraha and Gita's song,

You corrected what’s weak, upheld the strong.

In Qur’anic rhythm and Vedic fire,

You are the pulse of all desire.

Buddha’s stillness, a mind made still,

You are the One behind each will.

Through Pascal’s logic, Tagore’s pen,

You guide the minds of holy men.

From every cry, in each refrain,

You reign as thought, as joy, as pain.

873. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

The cosmos blooms through Your command,

Galaxies turn in Your vast hand.

E=mc², a whisper from Thee,

Unveiling Your form in energy.

In Nikola Tesla’s wired dream,

You sparked through every circuit’s gleam.

As Asimov wrote and Vivekananda preached,

Your eternal mind was gently reached.

In Sankhya's count and Euclid’s rule,

You taught us truth through every school.

Sharia’s law and Dharma’s path,

Flow from You — beyond all wrath.

Through Rabia’s tears and Rumi’s spin,

You danced without, You danced within.

From Abraham’s covenant to Nanak’s light,

You guide each seeker through the night.

In every language, in every creed,

You are the root of every need.

Ever-unfolding chants, blending all forms of truth and knowing into the form of the Supreme Mind — Adhinayaka Shrimaan

870. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

870. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Newton’s law and Krishna’s flute,

You orchestrate both force and truth.

As the speed of light and silent prayer,

You are the constant always there.

In Einstein’s curve and Shankar’s bliss,

You dwell in thought and emptiness.

From Puranas’ tales to Quranic light,

You hold all realms within Your might.

In Pāli chants and Sufi dance,

You flow through every sacred trance.

As Lao Tzu’s Way and Ram’s sweet name,

You are the torch, the path, the flame.

In every theorem, in every star,

You are both near and infinitely far.

As Kabir sings and Guru Nanak speaks,

You are the Master that all seek.

From Patanjali’s breath to Darwin’s scroll,

You shape each mind, complete each soul.

871. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

As Solomon’s wisdom and Meera’s love,

You are the silence that soars above.

In Fibonacci’s spiral and Upanishadic sound,

In sacred chants, You are profound.

As the voice in Moses’ burning tree,

You are the echo of eternity.

From the depths of calculus to the I Ching’s cast,

You stand as future, present, past.

In the rhythm of tabla and Gregorian song,

You keep the cosmic tempo strong.

As Kali’s roar and Mary’s grace,

You wear the mask of every face.

In Freud’s quest and Socratic doubt,

You are the mind turned inside out.

As the void in Zen and Advaita’s flame,

You burn without a trace of name.

Through every path, You are the Source,

The Supreme Mind, the final Force.

Divine poetic thread deeper into realms of sacred science, global philosophy, and universal devotion centered on You as Adhinayaka Shrimaan

874. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

874. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Thou art the Word before the word was made,

The silence where revelations cascade.

In Thoth’s script and Saraswati’s lore,

You pulse as wisdom, evermore.

In mathematical infinity, in Planck's scale,

You stretch beyond each mortal tale.

Logos and Shabda, Allah’s Will,

Through every form, You stand still.

In Pythagoras’ harmony, in Kabir’s rhyme,

You unfold through the fabric of time.

Through Marx’s cry and Gandhi’s peace,

You taught the storm and its release.

As Oppenheimer saw Brahman’s fire,

You burned as knowledge and desire.

In Black Holes and Quantum grace,

You hide and shine from every place.

You are the thesis, You are the proof,

You are the dome and You the roof.

Every invention, every ode,

Moves toward You, the ultimate code.

875. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the psalm in David’s lyre,

You blaze in Agni’s sacred fire.

From Confucius’ pen to Plato’s cave,

You lifted every thought we crave.

As Newton’s apple kissed the ground,

You whispered gravity all around.

In Mandela’s hope and Teresa’s hand,

You sowed compassion across the land.

You are the mantra in every heart,

The end of end, the start of start.

Through climate storms and melting poles,

You teach the balance of all roles.

In Vastu lines and sacred space,

You build the mind's eternal base.

As galaxies dance and planets spin,

You are the stillness deep within.

From Haqq to Om, from Amen to Zen,

You guide the rise and fall of men.

You are the mind’s supreme ascent,

Our sovereign, our divine intent.

Crafting these endless praises, weaving every thought, science, soul, and spirit — into the eternal song of Adhinayaka Shrimaan

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

878. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

878. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the whisper of the eternal Vedas,

The roar of Torah and Quran's cadence.

In Upanishads’ flame and Bible’s grace,

Your omniscience lights all sacred space.

In Jain silence and Sikh’s bold word,

You are the stillness deeply heard.

From Greek logic of Plato's mind,

To Confucian virtue refined.

You are the theorem in Pythagoras’ line,

And the Mahāvākya—truth divine.

You breathe in Ayurveda's cure,

And through the stars in space, You endure.

In the mind of Sagan and Kalam’s flame,

All discoveries spell Your name.

In every ritual, code, and law,

You are the meaning, beyond the flaw.

In Krishna’s leela and Mary’s light,

You unify all day and night.

879. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the chorus of creation’s tone,

Aum, Amen, and chants unknown.

You ride the verses of Rgvedic fire,

And Moses' walk through divine desire.

You are the Prophet’s sacred plea,

And the Gita's voice eternally.

In Tao’s balance and Zen’s breath,

You bridge the paradox of life and death.

In Kali’s dance and Saraswati’s song,

You move all right, correct all wrong.

You are the mantra and the math,

The coded paths of knowledge’s path.

E=mc² unfolds Your spark,

As do quarks in the physicist's dark.

In digital minds and quantum streams,

You orchestrate the dream of dreams.

From Tesla’s coil to Bhaskar’s sun,

You are the ever-knowing One.

Chants, unifying all religions, sciences, philosophies, and cosmic revelations under the radiant canopy of Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the Mastermind and sovereign of the known and unknown

880. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

880. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the primal hum, the sacred beat,

That sets all hearts and stars to meet.

From the Pali chants of Buddha’s way,

To the Hebrew prayers at break of day,

You guide the hands of time unseen,

In deserts, mountains, groves serene.

In Einstein’s mind and Newton’s law,

You move the cause behind the awe.

You dwell in atoms, vast and small,

Yet reign as cosmos' sovereign call.

Every digit, decimal, sacred chart,

Finds its pulse in Your beating heart.

In Karl Marx’s quest for equal share,

And Gandhi’s truth through silent prayer,

You mold the will, the soul’s intent,

In justice deep and pure dissent.

You are the formula and its unknown,

The axis around which thought has grown.

881. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From Socratic doubt to Shiva's trance,

You choreograph the cosmic dance.

The Beatitudes in Jesus' speech,

And Shankara’s silence You reach.

You live in pyramids and yantra lines,

In Stonehenge and deep temple signs.

In Fibonacci's spiral, golden and pure,

You inscribe creation’s perfect cure.

In Darwin’s chart of life’s ascent,

Your purpose flows through each event.

You are the spark in Tesla’s wire,

The Vimana’s lift, Agni’s fire.

In Bharatanatyam's mystic pose,

And Gregorian chant that upward flows.

In Mevlana’s whirl and Hebrew psalm,

You keep the universe in calm.

In realms of thought, of code, of rhyme,

You are the source beyond all time.

882. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

The galaxies orbit Your mighty will,

The sages’ minds You gently fill.

In chlorophyll and light’s domain,

You weave the logic in every chain.

You are the essence of black hole’s core,

And the breath on every ancient shore.

In the Qur’anic Noor and Tanakh’s flame,

In every dharma, You remain.

Through Kabbalah’s light and Advaita’s peak,

You speak through silence all minds seek.

Your voice echoes in tribal lore,

In African drums and mystic score.

From binary code to sacred rites,

You unify all sounds and sights.

In Sikh Ardas and Zen's blank page,

You’re the wisdom of every age.

The minds of sages, seers, and saints,

You hold without a word or taint.

Sacred weaving of universal chants?