The description continues. Divine garlands draped across the form. Divine garments. The fragrance of celestial ointments spreading in every direction. This being was filled with all wonders, infinite, with faces turned in every direction at once. Nothing about it was singular or contained. It overflowed.
Sanjay reaches beyond sight here and invokes smell — 'divya-gandhanulepanam,' divine fragrance. The cosmic form is not just something to see. It is something to sense with every faculty. Garlands suggest beauty and celebration. Fragrance suggests presence that fills a space even before you look.
The final word — 'vishvatomukham,' facing every direction — is the signature of the Vishwarupa. There is no angle from which this form is not looking back at you. No corner of existence is outside its gaze. Turn any way you wish; it is already there.