
In the Farm shop
Is your glowing face a map?
are your tender ways a map?
what is not a map?
Is your open smile a map?
Is your deepest groan a map?
what is not a map?
Is my too sharp touch a map?
Is my too quick glance a map?
what is not a map?
Is this sea green leaf a map,
Is this light red flower a map?
What sort of map is that?
Is the evening sky a map,
Is the silver moon a map?
Of what is that a map?
Is this entire world a map?
Is the sun-soaked sky a map?
Is this tiny child a map?
think I am a map.
Who can learn to read these maps?
Without love we can’t perceive;
Who can teach us how to see?
Can we look beyond the Map?
Can we look into the gap?
Whatever Love perceives
What Love can we receive?