Sister; Brother

Hello!   I would like to be a mystic.  A mystic sees every creature as brother/sister.  That would be cool!  Instead of a dead landscape out there, a mystic sees (and feels?) the relationship between him/her and the squirrel, the trees which have their sap in the ground , the bird, that stranger who no longer is stranger, etc.

Saint Francis even called death his sister:  “Sister Death from whom no one can escape. . ..”  I would be content right now if sleep were my sister and came to me all during the night.  Maybe if I were a mystic, she would relate with me better.