Lumine in two poems
Lumine is a poem about our inner light. Well, it is two poems that were born from different sources of incandescence. A candle and a fireplace lit in an Austrian mountain chalet sparked my inner calm, while an early sun casting its rays from behind a cloud, restlessly flicking on the vast water surface of the Pacific ocean, stirred powerful emotions of chaotic uncertainty needed for creativity in that very focused moment.
Lumine is beyond heat, you see it when cold and it comes from the inside
LUMINE OF TRUTH
Fear, like an ocean stream
Floods the shores of my heart
My throat tightens in your dark, gripping zeal
Paralysing emotions, an ordeal
Stamped on all human lies
The sunlight walking on the water
Illuminates each day with honesty and hope
Only moving clouds cover its warming love
Their shield like night protects from naivety
For a dead drenched stomp is nothing but a piety
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Yet, sometimes a good lie has the power to heal, if you believe in it.
These fascinating moments of engagement in temporary enlightenment or pleasure created by light transcend the invisible in incandescence to luminescence. One’s awareness of such a fleeting visual treasure as the shape of light, changing within seconds in the measure of time, charms the mind with simple beauty of existence.
Our perception of natural change is palpable only because we live. In a few minutes it is gone.
The momentous reality of a lifespan – shorter for some species like flies, longer for humans and even more expansive for trees – shall erase our modern focus on future. We must plan and be responsible by saving resources for more restraining times that surely will come, yet we must find joy here and now. Nothing else matters, as Hans Ulrich signs with Metallica.

Illuminating art at Thielska Gallery in Stockholm
LUMINE OF AWARENESS
The candle light in my room
Is my mind in a flowing bloom
Focused, steady fire of existence
Yet, it moves
Like the mind shifting its cadence
Letting in the wind of ignorance
The candle light in my room
The knot goes on, a burning doom
The wax of thoughts
Even the presence moves
My upper chamber of distracting moods
The monkey is restless — questioning odds
Until its mind lasts and then rots
The candle light in my room
My will is stronger
The spark of inner light
Learning of my own melting anger
Its energy depleted, me fully living
I know that my strength is not to be a tool
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Liberated from the chains of my emotions, I am a luminous beetle at night.
Lumine: life enjoyed mindfully
Feel the candle, a fire or the sun’s rays warming your skin, savour the pleasant moment that only you can continue or stop. Now you have the choice to make. The candle in the night is your calm state of mind that you can create by will to let go of anything you do not need.
Imagine that you walk on the light reflecting on the sea or the floor in front of you. Stride on the lake’s surface, dip your toes into the light. Almost — like the desire of experiencing something magic, the proximity of that achievement in itself feels wonderful. Although we cannot realistically reach this mirage of light in flight, and it does not matter, we can create a moment with our own imagination that feels luminously great.
The only forces that stop this fleeting creation walking away from us are the restless mind and time. The later, flowing away with the day is something we cannot change but accept. Yes, we can. Dip the mind into restful, mindful presence.
If you want to channel out your fire energy, I recommend to listen to Lumine, a powerful song composed by Barry Richard Goldstein.
I also mused about the power of light in our everyday life and art, and published a poem on light earlier. Both were inspired by the current urgent need for positive energy. We live in a strange time, airlines grounded, theatres and restaurants closed, beaches sealed off, concerts cancelled and any group gatherings discouraged. Social isolation may feel dark even depressive for some vulnerable individuals. Globally, we need the spark from human creativity now more than ever since the gloom of the World Wars.