A Hidden Mountain
If the mountain can be hidden by lofty peaks;
And the peaks, shrouded by a ring of hills.
If the hills can be hidden by a forest of trees;
And the trees, concealed by a rising crest.
If the crest can be hidden by a tuft of tall grass;
And the grass, buried in the shadow of a dune.
If the dune can be hidden by a tangle of weeds;
And the weeds, covered by the sweeping sands.
If the sands can be lost in anonymity,
Then a single grain can hide a mountain.
And if the greatness of a mountain
Can so easily be obscured by a thing so small,
Then how can we be surprised when
A single unquestioned thought eclipses
The dazzling scale of our own inner heights?
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