Upon a solid stone do I sit.
My hand passes not through it,
Nor my feeling penetrates this
Solid, stolid rock.

What thought it is I cannot say,
That makes this rock to
Be right here, at this
Conjunction of time and place,
And condition suited for this rock’s efface
On all the earth’s cold learning ground,
Where many a rock may be found.

And why this rock I am upon
Is here I cannot say,
I only know that this stone is long here to stay.
Long in the time that governs Earth;
Long has it been also.

But within this rock is more than matter,
To which geologist can relate.
Inside this matter there is
Consciousness, (which theologist
May debate):
For Consciousness is only One Force,
And everywhere and anywhere can be found.

Even in rocks on the ground.