You can't dodge the relative world, and you can't dodge the spiritual. You can cover your eyes, yet you nevertheless live in both worlds. While you are on Earth, you can't have one without the other.
The relative world is physical. That means you trudge, you fly, you walk through snow, and you wade through water. You go frontwards. You go backwards. You get up, and you get down, or you can't get up, or you can't get down.
The spiritual world is, well, spiritual. You cannot touch it. You cannot keep it in a locket around your neck. You can't pore through a magazine of spirituality itself because even magazines are physical and use words. The spiritual is beyond words. It is beyond description. And yet it is known. It can't be Xeroxed or filed, and yet it is known. It cannot be accumulated, and yet there is always more.
Pictures cannot be taken of the spiritual. Spiritual paintings are renditions. Paintings are physical portrayals that evoke something of the spiritual. The day sky and night sky and all the splendors of the world also evoke the spiritual.
The relative world is mundane. It may be exciting and fascinating, and yet it is mundane. The world is the world. And, yet, there are aspects of the mundane world that are spiritual. You, for instance.
You are as mundane as you can get, and yet you are as spiritual as all the angels put together. Only you do not see this angel aspect of yourself. You do not believe in it. Even if someone were to point this out to you twelve times a day, you still hold the idea of your spirituality at arm's lengths. The physical seems to dominate. It is too obvious and too demanding. Even all your fears are based on the physical aspects of life. Even so, the physical aspects of you are worthy. Like a cake, you are made of many ingredients. And yet, how divine a piece of cake is. How divine you are.
You can't escape the physical, beloveds, so long as you are in a body. You can escape the spiritual never.
You and I are spirit. You have appeared as physical, and yet with or without the physical embodiment, you are spiritual. You exist. You and I exist. The spiritual is the basis of you. The spiritual is your foundation. Spiritual is your Being.
For a while, your spiritual endowment is clothed in a physical body. Your body is no more than a snowsuit you put on in winter. It is no more than a tee shirt in summer. Your body is a convenience or inconvenience, and its value changes. Your perception of its value changes.
It is not surprising that you think your existence is your body. No matter how little you may value your physical body, you are attached to it. Despite yourself, you love it. You hold your hands to your face. You lick your lips. You love to eat. You love to move and to sit down and get up. Your body is quite a conveyance. It has its endearing aspects.
And, yet, your physical body without your spirit is no more than a pile of old clothes. This is not your body's fault. It is no one's fault. It is a blessing that your physical body is impermanent. It serves its purpose. It is useful for a while. It is even beautiful for a while.
The spiritual aspect of you is silver and gold. It is silver that doesn't need polishing. It is like the moon. It is golden like the sun. It is like Aladdin's lamp.