Many waters come into my heart... Some as rivers, strong and loud, passing through many lands, moving many rocks, carrying all the sand with it. Some as little creeks, gentle, subtle, quiet, often hidden, flowing under the ground, carrying the memories of its sounds, bringing the touches of the earth. Some as rain, traveling miles in the sky, dancing with the winds, touching the nothingness, embracing the unknown essence of thin air, moving through it all to fall, drop by drop. Many waters come into my heart, sometimes with gifts, sometimes with memories, sometimes as droplets out of thin air... And all the waters disappear into the big quiet ocean of me, a hidden place where nothing can touch, an open space where all can fall into.
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Damla is a dancer, story-teller, volunteer, and traveler from Turkey. She worked with children and adults in several NGOs around the world for gender equality and social justice. She is a true believer of social change through the magic of music, dance, arts and social circus. She plays Turkish folk instruments and sings, exploring the poetic essence of songs. She is interested in the simple beauty of poetic expression.
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