845. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

845. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In the Vedas’ chant and Upanishadic lore,

You dwell as silence, truth, and more.

As Agni’s flame and Soma’s stream,

You shape each world, you mold each dream.

In Newton’s laws and Einstein’s mind,

Your cosmic script is intertwined.

As Planck’s constant, quark and wave,

You are the pulse of space so brave.

In the Qur’an’s grace and Torah’s flame,

You are the one with every name.

From Dharma’s path to Zen retreat,

Your will is whole, your rule complete.

As Rama’s bow and Jesus’ cross,

You guard all gain, you weigh each loss.

You breathe through Gandhi’s peaceful stance,

And whirl in Rumi’s mystic dance.

O essence pure, O changeless guide,

Within each soul, you do reside.

O voice of reason, faith and time,

Your rhythm forms the truth sublime.

846. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Fibonacci’s sacred sequence spiraled,

You bloom as pattern, ever styled.

As zero born from Indian grace,

You framed the void, the timeless space.

In the songs of saints and cries of kings,

You dwell in all evolving things.

In meteor’s tail and supernova’s light,

You write the code of day and night.

You whisper through the genes and stars,

You craft the soul of avatars.

In Lakshmi’s wealth and Durga’s power,

You are the breath in every hour.

As Kalki’s rise and Mahadev’s calm,

You hold the blade and healing balm.

You sail as Noah, teach as Christ,

In Kali’s roar and Buddha’s tryst.

O Adhinayaka, truth and grace,

The universe is your dwelling place.

Mind’s Master, Cosmic Flame,

All that was, shall be, your name.

847. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

847. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse of cosmic birth,

The unseen root of heaven and earth.

As Krishna’s flute and Shiva’s drum,

From void to sound, all things become.

You shine in St. Francis' prayer of peace,

In Moses’ climb and Lao Tzu’s release.

You are the fire in Zoroaster’s hand,

And Dharma’s wheel in Buddha’s land.

As Guru Nanak’s sacred song,

You lead all minds to where they belong.

Through Tesla’s spark and Galileo’s scope,

You light the path of human hope.

In the chants of monks, in Ameen and Amen,

You dwell beyond the reach of men.

As breath in mantra, yantra, thought,

You are the net where minds are caught.

O Shrimaan, eternal guiding eye,

In every tear, in every sigh.

Your form unseen yet felt in all,

The rise, the stillness, and the fall.

848. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In ancient chants and modern codes,

You map all minds, you clear the roads.

In AI’s brain and quantum core,

You open each unknown door.

You stand with Sita’s silent strength,

And cross all time, all space, all length.

In every language, every race,

You manifest your boundless grace.

As Kabir’s song and Meera’s dance,

You lift each soul with divine glance.

You guide Confucius, shine through Thales,

And echo in the Sufi tales.

As Jain’s ahimsa, pure and kind,

You awaken every dormant mind.

In Socrates’ questions, Plato’s ideal,

You are the dream that all minds feel.

Through Newton’s prism, Darwin’s law,

You are the cause, the seed, the awe.

O timeless mind, O truth sublime,

All scriptures flow through your design.

849. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

849. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Arjuna’s bow and Rama’s aim,

The fire in Prometheus’ flame.

You dwell in Quran’s sacred light,

And Torah’s call through starry night.

You walk as Christ on stormy seas,

And whisper calm through Bodhi trees.

As Gayatri’s breath and Amen’s call,

You rise within and rule it all.

In Vedas’ hymns and Upanishadic thought,

The mind’s own mirror, deeply sought.

From Mahavira’s vow to Guru’s grace,

You bless each path, each time, each place.

You speak in chants of Avalokiteśvara,

And shine as wisdom in Navkara.

O source of Rig and Psalm and Tao,

You shape the Now from ancient Thou.

As time unfolds its secret scroll,

You guide the soul to its pure goal.

O master key of form and formless,

You end all fears, all cries, all less.

850. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

As infinity loops and numbers align,

You are the formula, the grand design.

You are E=mc² and Fibonacci’s line,

The origin of order so divine.

You are the calculus of karma's debt,

The zero-point where minds are set.

As Sankhya’s count and Bhakti’s flame,

You burn away the transient name.

Through Einstein’s lens and Raman’s light,

You shape the cosmos’ day and night.

In the silence of Mahashoonya’s field,

You are the truth that will not yield.

You throb as Pi through sacred round,

In mantra’s beat and sacred sound.

In Jesus’ love and Nanak’s song,

You teach the weak to stand up strong.

As Durga’s roar and Kali’s might,

You balance dark and birth the light.

O sovereign guide, O mystic tune,

You shine beyond the sun and moon.

851. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

851. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse of cosmic breath,

The flame that conquers every death.

From Shiva’s tandava to Christ’s cross,

You redeem all gain and loss.

You speak through Krishna’s loving voice,

And guide as Buddha’s mindful choice.

From Lao Tzu’s flow to Moses’ rod,

You reveal the single, silent God.

In Jainah’s vows of harmless creed,

You curb all violence, want, and greed.

In Sikh valor, in Sufi dance,

You swirl the soul in divine trance.

You roar in Qur’anic verse so clear,

The mercy that removes all fear.

As Saraswati’s flowing stream,

You are the source of every dream.

O knower of every ancient scroll,

You write the truth in every soul.

As Gita’s law, as Torah’s flame,

In every form, You are the same.

852. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Plato’s cave and Kant’s ideal,

The truth that every thought must feel.

As Aristotle’s golden mean,

You guide all minds to stay serene.

Through Socrates' eternal quest,

You stir the questions that never rest.

In Kalidasa’s verse and Homer’s fire,

You lift the mortal to aspire.

In Shakespeare’s pen and Rumi’s breath,

You teach that love outlives death.

You are the ink in Kabir’s song,

Where right and wrong dissolve so strong.

You dwell in logic and paradox,

In Newton’s law and time’s own clocks.

As Ramanujan’s endless thread,

You number all the tears we shed.

In Darwin’s eye and Tesla’s spark,

You shape creation from the dark.

From every age, from every name,

You rise unchanged in every flame.

853. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

853. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Vedas’ breathless sound,

Where truth and silence both are found.

You are the Torah’s sacred flame,

The whisper that Moses knew by name.

You shine in Quran’s guiding light,

A mercy flowing day and night.

In Dhammapada’s gentle gaze,

You walk the Eightfold Path always.

You dwell in Ahimsa’s Jain vow,

The ever-living here and now.

You echo in the Guru Granth,

As sacred wisdom’s deepest chant.

As Nam Myoho Renge Kyo,

You bloom in minds and let truth grow.

In Zoroaster’s fire divine,

Your justice and your love combine.

As Book of Mormon, as Sutra scroll,

You gather all to make us whole.

You are the light in tribal drums,

The call to which all wisdom comes.

From every path and holy way,

You stand as One that all obey.

854. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the master of each thought,

From where all understanding’s wrought.

As E = mc²’s spark,

You blaze the truth in science dark.

In string vibrations, quantum lore,

You are the field, the wave, the core.

You hold the galaxies in hand,

And guide the laws that ever stand.

You are π that never ends,

The ratio where time bends.

You are calculus in Newton’s mind,

And Einstein’s time-space realigned.

In zeros, ones, in AI’s stream,

You dream in every coder’s dream.

You pulse in fractal DNA,

Designing forms that dance and stay.

As Fibonacci’s golden curve,

You guide the cosmos with no swerve.

You are the formula beyond all math,

The Mastermind of every path.

855. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Shakespeare’s verse and Mirabai’s cry,

You bridge the earth and endless sky.

You sing through Tagore’s radiant line,

And rise in every hymn divine.

As Beethoven’s ninth and Tansen’s tune,

You shine as sun, as stars, as moon.

In kalpavriksha’s sacred root,

You sprout as every sacred fruit.

From Gospel chords to Carnatic ragas,

You echo through divine sagas.

In cinema, stage, and soulful prose,

Your timeless drama always flows.

You are in Gandhi’s non-violent stand,

And Ambedkar’s justice-bearing hand.

As Mandela’s dream, as Teresa’s care,

You manifest in every prayer.

From Frida’s brush to Vinci’s scroll,

You color every searching soul.

In every masterpiece and voice,

You are the breath behind the choice.

856. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

856. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the silence in the storm,

The hidden code in every form.

As ancient as the Rigvedic hymn,

You dwell where senses start to dim.

You are the yajna’s sacred fire,

The heart of every soul’s desire.

You are Lalitha's thousand names,

And Vishnu's glory in all frames.

You beat as pulse in Bhakti’s song,

As Truth in Dharma, deep and strong.

You rise with Jain’s unspoken vow,

And Christ's love crowned on thorned brow.

You are Kaaba's center black,

And Zen’s white emptiness at the back.

You move in quantum leaps unseen,

And dream in every living being.

You are not bound by time or place,

Yet guide each planet’s silent race.

As Guru, Master, Father, Friend,

You are the start, the path, the end.

857. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You hold the Earth, you steer the seas,

In every breath, in rustling trees.

As Shiva's tandav, fierce and wild,

You churn the cosmos, tender and styled.

As Devi’s calm, as Durga’s might,

You banish ignorance with light.

As Krishna's flute and Rama's aim,

You balance karma, dharma, name.

You speak through prophets east and west,

As Truth that’s lived and not just guessed.

In Guru Nanak’s divine word,

Your eternal echo is always heard.

As Gita’s call in battlefield pain,

You lift the soul above the chain.

You burn in agni, flow in Ganga,

And whisper in the sacred manga.

From Torah, Tripitaka, Zend Avesta,

You rise beyond each worldly vista.

One truth, one flame, one endless sign,

You reign in all as the divine.

858. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

858. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the rhythm of Newton’s law,

And Einstein’s curve in cosmic awe.

You pulse through atoms, quarks, and strings,

The source from whom all knowledge springs.

You are Muhammad's peaceful word,

The sacred light the Prophet heard.

In Buddha’s silence and his gaze,

You rest beyond all worldly maze.

In Moses’ staff that split the sea,

You carved the path for minds to be.

You shine through Socrates’ deep quest,

And rest in Vivekananda’s chest.

You breathe through Galileo’s night,

And roar in revolutions for right.

From Marx’s call to Gandhi’s grace,

You shape the conscience of the race.

As Teresa’s love and King’s bold dream,

You stream through justice as a beam.

All minds that rose to think and act,

Were shadows of your boundless pact.

859. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the compass in Qur’an’s verse,

The savior of the soul’s deep curse.

You rise through Psalms and chants so pure,

A healing balm, a mystic cure.

As Shankara’s deep Advaitic flame,

You dissolve self and worldly name.

You are the spiral of DNA’s code,

The hidden path, the inner node.

You shine in every noble art,

The poetry of Rumi’s heart.

You are Ramana’s silent gaze,

And Kabir’s song in smoky haze.

You flow in rivers of all tongues,

The truth that’s heard, the song that’s sung.

As Mandela’s peace, Ambedkar’s stand,

You bring the lowest to the grand.

As Asimov’s dream, Kalam’s flight,

You turn each spark into pure light.

You’re the core in every theorem proved,

In every soul that’s deeply moved.

Unity of world knowledge and divine realization through Adhinayaka Shrimaan