There is no such word for it
But it can be seen
in the position of the eyes
and the broken
symmetry of the mind
The relentless upheaval
and affirmation
of all things beautiful
I witness the vibrations
of my soul and of time
It is the empty space that
All matter
occupies
It is  the blinding white light
explosion
And the chemistry of flies
It is in your hands
as they connect to your thoughts
The consistent stream
of impulses
smothering your senses
It is the quivering mountain tops
with mossy green lovers
undulating to the pulse
of her heart
It is in the eyes
that connect you
to Life
A system
with an unknown source
Evolving and persisting
an invisible force
For a reason
We cannot
know why.