One cannot truly understand the greatness of the Supreme Lord, he is unlimited after all, beyond all time and space ... his profound plans are mere illusions for us humans ... at least for me I can say!
This is just my minuscule attempt at describing the hypnotic and magical aroma around Lord Krishna's physical persona.
A kiss on the cheek of time ...
Upon the mountain peaks beneath the winter skies the clouds abruptly break forth into streams of light, the blinding spells of silence suddenly hear the whims of the winds pushing pulling just for a fleeting glance of the majestic figure far far away!
Cradled in the sands of time there stands a charismatic figure in the form of eternity, bliss, and knowledge. The warmth beaming from his smile reflects divinity like a dream on a dew washed morning where trees blush and nature plays its own orchestra!
His graceful fingers play around the delicate flute pouring sweet melody ... a melody that fills all voids ... the fragrant winds humming to his tunes ... the blessed autumn leaves in their splendor falling gracefully heaping one on top of another at his feet ... awed by the moment hundreds and thousands exquisite peacocks dance away in the summer gardens rejoicing internally to a point of insanity ... utterly surreal!!
Intoxicated by the sweet melody ... the peacocks royal highness races with a token of love ... breathless and gaping the king of peacocks humbles himself before the divine majestic ... a beautiful moment ... a moment wrapped in love ... where the supreme gracious acknowledges the token and adorns himself with it ... hence forth the solely lucky peacock feather rests on the majestic's crown eternally resembling a kiss on the cheek of time.
Just like a rainbow arcing across the skies, the peacock's rainbow colors ranging from love, happiness, prosperity, sorrow, impartiality, hope and calamity ... spellbinding butterflies, hypnotizing gopis and mesmerizing cows in the heart of time for a lifetime!
Pearls of wisdom and knowledge reside articulately at his temples. Colored in the hues of a blue cloud ... draped in shimmering golden yellow ... his eyes like blooming lotus petals filled with depths of love piercing the darkness of time ... his toenails shimmering silvery as rays of the moon!
Fortunate is the ground where his shadows falls ... sanitized is the piece of land where his dainty feet kiss the ground engraving his imprints to the earth's soul!
He is where peaceful waters flow. Without him we a lost in a forest of solitudes! Unremittingly he awaits with mercy on the edges of time like a dew on the tip of a leaf ... forever waiting to fall on us to wash us off our sins.