The mouse holds up his tiny paw
in measurement against the moon.
He’s still convinced the moon’s quite small.
An ant, upon a serving spoon,
is dwarfed and dwindles to a dot,
yet in proportion to his size,
is stronger than a man.
An elephant is twelve feet tall.
I strain my neck to meet his eye.
He’s looking down at me.
Here is man beneath the skies,
where he sees himself so large
and strong and in control of all.
This arrogance will be his fall.
Judgment can’t be based on size.
If it is, it isn’t wise;
another instance of those lies
we humans tell ourselves.
The Dreaming Path 