Imagine a firehose, except instead of water, it’s pouring out love. At first, you expect the force of it to sweep you away… and then you realize it’s your attachment to your ego that is making you resist it, so you let _that_ be swept away…and they you’re just one with the flow of love. There is nothing except love. You are nothing except love.

You’re right that words can’t come close to capturing the experience. But they’re all I have, so I have to try. :-)