Who am I?

I float between my soul and my body.
I feel pain and joy in the flesh of my soul
and hear the poetry of my spirit in my body.

Am I but a reflection of the earth in a living form? Or am I a reflection of the spirit of life tied to the earth?
Sometimes when I listen to the ocean of history flowing through the calm of the moment, I hear a voice so great it need not speak.
“Love,” it says, “is no mystery. It’s the gravity of life, pulling us together.”
I tell myself that I don’t understand. How can anything so simple be understood?

The great voice smiles and whispers on the current of eternal truth.
“You are nowhere and you are everywhere. You have always been and will always be. You are nothing and you are everything.
You are a piece of life,
a reflection of love.”