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?