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 (x2)
'cause I crept in so soft
and nobody sees me
nobody sees me
as I watched 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 (x2)
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 was halfway listening, to what she thinks she knows,
We're like children dressing, in our parents' clothes, saying:
Nobody knows me, (x2)
No one knows my name,
Nobody knows me (x2)
(nobody knows me)
I half-heartedly explained
but gave up peacefully ashamed
as a glass can only spill what it contains
we went to 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? overflowing emptiness
the Invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist,
before my doubting eyes the Infinite appears in time -
the Unquestionable is question but makes no reply!
what new mystery is this?! (x5)
"my Rabbi!"
my lips betray with a kiss
what new mystery is this?