Sister, sleep and dream of secret places kept precious in your heart,
protected in their blessings, or imaginings, or colored violet in remembrance.
You stood upright upon a mountain top from your garden looking outward across the distances between.
Far out towards the deep blue sea you saw beyond the winding rivers and above the radiant green of a valley’s floor.
Dream on, for in that becoming of being the dream, you stand already in the garden of radiance and transparency.
I move through the spaces between vibrant flowers petals and around the velvet ferns that surround you.
I reach out to touch the you, your you from long ago in childhood, curly hair, broad smilie, the heart of innocence at play.
As you pass by yourself wondering, Who am I? You know instantly that I am not a stranger but your lost brother.