Both

God’s eye is on the sparrow; exactly what does it mean?
For he is comprised of spirit; with no eyes or ears be seen.
And how did he create; without a blueprint or plan;
no storehouse of materials; no hammer in hand?

The only road that’s without end, is circular in direction;
return we must from where we begin, the path of true perfection.
How can such be reality; did the physical flash into being?
Only believing finality; can prevent us, the truth from seeing.

We often speak of lattitudes; ingenious maps of lines;
and then replace with platitudes; creations of our minds.
Do we speak that we know; or merely what we imagine;
do images, in minds grow, much more than we could fathom?

Logic directs a wave of thought; ideas within our mind;
why is it such cannot be taught; our thinking too confined?
So we must scale the heights; climb the knowledge mountain;
our minds define the sights; drawing water from his fountain.

For, Consciousness is king; the master of all creation;
physical reality to bring; a matter of vibration.
Each has much to learn; all, prisoners of emotion;
Love teaches to discern; a foundation for devotion.

Willingly, we take life’s ride; no need that we complain;
and, yet we hide in ocean’s tide; and know we’ll live again.
Our soul doth stand at Eden’s gate; we cannot enter in;
and, for death, the soul must wait; our new life to begin.

Creation, itself, makes no sense; devoid of beginning or end;
for how does one define whence; no theory may we defend.
But truth declares, answer in hand; light gave reality its growth.
Which came first, by his demand; the chicken, the egg, or both?