A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains

A cat came drifting On my porch from the outside cold And with eyes closed, drinking Warm milk from my bowl Thought, "Nobody hears me, nobody hears me As I crept in so soft And nobody sees me, nobody sees me" As I watch six steps off Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo Who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and the tigers do Saying, "No one can stop me, no one stop me No one clips my claws Now everyone watch me, everyone watch me Scale these outside walls" Oh, you pious and profane Put away your praise and blame A glass can only spill what it contains To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane A glass can only spill what it contains What new mystery is this? What blessed backwardness? The Immeasurable one is held and does not resist Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men The Almighty One does not defend I'm halfway listening to what she thinks she knows We're like children dressing in our parents clothes Saying, "Nobody knows me, nobody knows me No one knows my name Nobody knows me, nobody knows me Nobody knows me" I half-heartedly explained But gave up, peacefully ashamed A glass can only spill what it contains We went through Portugal and Spain And in her mind the entire time it rained A glass can only spill what it contains What new mystery is this? In overflowing emptiness The invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist Before my doubting eyes The infinite appears and sighs The unquestionable is questioned But makes no reply What new mystery is this? What new mystery is this? What new mystery is this? What new mystery is this? What new mystery is this? My Rabbi, my lips betray with a kiss What new mystery is this?