How to see without pitchers

We have no bird in our hands living or dead. We only have you and the important question. Is the nothing in our hands something you couldnt even guess? or think of guessing? Dont you remember when being young, when language was magic without meaning? When what you could say and did say didnt have to mean? When the invisible was what the imagination yearned to see? When questions and demands for answers burned so hot and you trembled with anger at not knowing?

Your answer is artful but its artfulness embarresses us and ought to embarrass you. Passion is never enough. You, old woman, blessed with blindness, can speak of the language that can tell us what only language can, hwo to see without pitcures. Language alone is meditation and I cant do either well.