And in the Spiritual Sky, entranced by
the music of his golden flute, Radhe leans in devotion towards Krisna, raises
her kohl-black eyes, purses her pink lips, and softly kisses a pearl which
hangs from his beautiful blue neck. And inside the whiteness, grey marble
cracks, and black, liquid eyes appear from dry crumbling white-face. And shoals
of blue, green, yellow and red butterflies, with huge black fluttery
eye-lids, tug across a raggedy rainbow screen, and gift a fitful flying colours
infusion.
