The Spiritual man perceives the worlds differently.
Not only what's there.
But what's not there, most importantly.
Every sense he has becomes the others.
Sight takes on a feeling.
The things he feels are what he's seeing.
What he hears have shape and size.
Can be visually described.
He deeply sleeps, breathes and inhales and it brings a flavor, a taste, the atmosphere.
And although his eyes are closed, he's taken full circle,
back to the beginning—he's seeing again.
The spiritual man, he's alive when you think him dead.
This is what granny said,
"Son, you're not there yet.''
She's right.
I'm not.
I want to be.
But I'm still fleshly.
It's not my fault.
I was born into a physical world.
All my senses were honed to detect all that is physical.
Grandma was not allowed at my birth.
Growing up, I was deprived of knowing her.
Why?
The War.
What parent wants their child in the middle of that!
Therefore, they shunned Grandma.
I am a Man now.
I get to choose now.
The Physical or the Spiritual?
And I choose Grandma!
