Ik ben Rikki, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Najade.
Ik ben een vrouw en woon in Mijnsheerenland (Nederland) en mijn beroep is poet-author, linguist, artist, publisher.
Ik ben geboren op 08/05/1946 en ben nu dus 78 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: writing, reading, literature, painting, art, nature, classical music, history, Native American Spiritualism, Mythologie.
Crystal Key all password is your everloving language: crystal key to unheard music-heights I know you and your lively spirits sweetlights make me see each purple distance as an April park a dancing-floor a forest in November
we remember where we wandered how we wondered finding flowers twixt the farthest fjords of no mans land my hand in yours, your smile my home our fairy lifelines measured long the velvet dome of heaven violet ribbons sparked with rubies diamonds stars
all clockwork is your everloving soul staying with it with this time that shant predict us any ending as I know youre bending mountainstreams around for us to bathe in, rhyming fountains springs and creeks to cool our skins withershins, my angel simply withershins
and we are ripening on branches even broken ones and twigs yes those that blossom and bear fruits from deep within whispring babyseeds and catkins fusing years in silent notions having holy aerial rootlets laying tenderest emotions oer our dreams translucency
and we we tell each other miracles all password is our everloving language crystal key to you and me to cosmic atmospheres, to Gods infinity
smokecurls whirling up from dozing farms the silver silence of a little baby's breath a tiny suckling in my ten'drest guarding arms no roof, no room, no window and no bed approaching dawn a hesitating red
I think of ages, ages passed of fleeing partisans and popes of wars & wonders, people blessed and others hung on lethal ropes
I watch the Frisians and the Franks the jaden shallows and the moors the wet and wholesome riverbanks the softly cracking homesteaddoors
I see my ancestors arriving from a'far my virgin mothers of the alps they may have followed just one star above their mountain's snowy scalps
now I'm a child, alone with mine embraced by New Yorks naked bricks yet I still sense one lucid line one clock that turns and turns and ticks
where could we go, where would we end this humble newborn life and I ? we came, we fought, we weren't sent just our dear God, just God knows why
Ik ben Rikki, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Najade.
