are usually my secret
in endouring mind’s routine.
I feel like I’d need a recipe of these tired thoughts
to light up my dreams
and mix laughs and tears in a new-bright project.
Last night I dreamt I was cuddled by the smell of the pieces resting in my kitchen,
waiting for my new ideas, or just for an inspired touch.
I woke up in that dream to find there was a blue moon in the sky, and I sat at the window trying to remember the lines
-of an old poem of mine-
and realised it was about awakaning from childwood to womenwood.
Now that I’m wide awake I still have my childwood creativity, but
I’m not living anymore like Alice in Wonderland.
Yet still, I keep on searching the light of the dawn…
source of inspiration:” The Mistress of Spices” by Chitra Banerjee Divakuni ; “Kitchen” by Banana Yoshimoto