Letters to a friend 26.07.2011

Dear V***,

yes my soul is wordless, an undescribable chaos where nothing and everything exist next to each other : silence and noise, movement and stillness and so much more.
There was a time where, thanks to my studies, my tongue was trained to express something through words. But the further my dance journey was going, the more the words would leave me, making me enter in a new depth of myself, a new depth of my communication and also a new depth of my soul.
Also this journey, leading me to countries of which I don't understand, let alone speak the languages, sentences me to silence, pushing me a bit deeper in my own chaos and my own noisy silence.

However, there are so many times I would like to shape my thoughts again into words, so that others can understand. I wish I could express myself easily and fluidly, creating clarity for others and for myself. But I can't any longer. Words have escaped.

I know the Prophet, never read it though. I would be happy to receive it from you.