We are beyond words. There are no words to fully express that which We are and what We mean to each other. Even as I say the words "each other," there is no other. My children like words to state the case, and words are too finite to begin to say what is Our One Heart to say. There are no words. What words can tell of the Joining that We are? What comes close? We do the best We can, and yet We know there are no words. We cannot even make up a word that contains the Immeasurable that We are, that I AM, and that, therefore, you are.

What hand can reach into the myriad of the world and pull out the plum that it is? What magnificent word can extol Our Magnificence? Name one word. Even the words that come close don't do it. Words can trip over themselves. Words can climb the heights, and yet they cannot excerpt the Greatness they want so much to express.

All the beautiful poetry, all the beautiful psalms do their very best. They come close, and yet they are far.

The word love does all in its power to represent the incomprehensible Oneness it is and tries to express. Yet the word Love is like a scale played on the piano, going up and down. Not even music can express this Inexpressible.

There is Great Love to discover, and yet Great Love is too big for any word. No bell can ring it. No lips can form it. And, yet, there is love in the trying to. Love can cut through ice. It can cut through stone. It can cut through time and space. And yet love cannot describe itself. It cannot form the words. Love breaks all boundaries, and love is boundless. Love encompasses All, and yet no word can encompass love. No word can own it. Words sputter next to the Great Love they would represent.

The envoy is not the King. Words are like envoys. They are very good, yet they are not the King. Words can wear the Crown of the King, and yet words, try as they may, brave as they are, as close as they come, cannot say enough.

In a wordless world, love would be known. Even in the clamor of the world, love is known. Without the clamor of the world, love is also known. Love speaks and crowns itself, and yet there are no words for it.

There is no nutshell when it comes to love. There is no summation. There are no sentences or paragraphs. All the writings are like leaves that fall from the tree, and yet the leaves, as beautiful as they are, are not the tree. They are a droplet of the tree.

All the colors of words cannot yet express the wonder of color. It is so easy to say blue and green and golden hue, and yet what are the names next to the wonder they represent? How can a word express light? A word may represent light, yet no word can express light. No word can express the wonder of light. No word can express even a teacup of love.

Words have their limitations. To love there is no limitation. Words, as great as they are, can only go so far. Words cannot reach the extent of what they lovingly try to express. Even the sound of the word Heaven falls flat next to what the word means to say no matter in what language it is said. And, yet, the word gives a clue.

A word that comes close to expressing what the heart wants to express is Ah. Ah, what inexpressible beauty and love and awe dance across the Universe. Ah. Ah, beloveds. Ah.