It is beyond comprehension. The mind which encounters the absolute may create words to describe the impression of the encounter.
But these descriptions are just that; descriptions of the impression of the encounter.
One can say the impression of the divine is love. Or peace. Or bliss. Or knowing. These cannot be descriptions of the absolute because the absolute is beyond all description. These terms are the flavour of encounter, the scent of contact.
The absolute cannot be described because it is not an object. The absolute is the ultimate subject.
Words are second-hand before they begin. All expression is once-removed from that which it expresses. Awareness is unknowable All-knowing.
Love is the perfume of encountering the divine.
How can one encounter what one already is?
By pretending that one is not. This is the illusion of separation and the desire for union.
This is the dance of Maya.
This is the heart of the worshipper in the Mosque, in the church, in the temple.
This is the heart of the climber in the mountain or the walker in the forest.
The universe comes back to itself.
This is the universe meeting itself.