Fire of creation

Por: Marije Langelaar

I remember this moment very well.
I was a student at the art academy, and I was walking through a small park tucked in between two busy streets, thinking about art. Because that is what you do sometimes when you are an art student. Art moved me; it could hit me like a rock or stroke me like a tender lover. It could make me cry or rejoice.
But I also knew that art, whether it is a painting, a dance, a photograph or a poem, is always a translation of what lies behind it, something so immense that all attempts to grasp it will be in vain. And at the same time this reality is so subtle, so nuanced, that it is never possible to catch it in a work of art.

It is omnipresent and yet seemingly so invisible.

And I realised that this was true, before all the exhibitions of my work in Mexico, Berlin, Belgium and the Netherlands, I love art enormously, but my true dedication is to the world behind this painting, this dance, this word which aspires to something vast. My true dedication is to the beyond.

My poems are translations of something that takes place in another realm than the material world.

The unnameable, the eternal, needs forms in order to become visible. Things. Words. Reflections, glints, sparks, splatterings and sputterings. The wind is not visible either and it requires things for it to become visible in the coming and going of twigs and branches, wild and tempestuous or gently rocking. A hole is only a hole when it is surrounded by materials.

It is my deepest wish to give everything a heart-beat and, if that is possible, hands and feet, ears and a mouth as well.
I want to look at everything and acknowledge it as divine, and as originating in that same field of being. That primal field from which everything has slipped from dream, potential and flash of light into a form.
That primal field is still present in us, it is a radio wave that you can tune into when your desire is both sufficiently fiery and non-existent, when the thoughts and voices in your head have been calmed down, when they have been blown away on the wind, when you have let go of your arrogance, when you can be as small as the smallest grain of sand and regal as well.

You can touch and explore that field.
It is an orgasmic field. It has a high vibration, full of potency.
There you are then, with two fingers in the primal field, in the heart of creation, what next?

By manipulating words, which are the vehicle of the poet, I pull something that cannot be named to the surface of the earthly, tangible world. And in doing so, I immediately pull myself gradually into this earth realm.
Because these worlds interact with each other; they are not separated, they intertwine and merge.

By practicing art, any form of art, your ability to create will become more refined and more relevant to everyday life. Your ability to create becomes exceptional. 

Every artist is in a certain way intrigued by the creative element itself and wants to gain mastery of this art of creation and refine it. To build up a direct relation with it.
The artist/poet works with the flame of creation.
How do you create things? How does this process operate? When does that mysterious hum in a work occur that makes a poem good? And when not?
Why is it important to gain mastery of this creative process? And to understand what happened here? And how can an understanding of the creative process play a role in the world that surrounds us?

The world of poetry seems not quite to fit in the form. It remains words, spun threads, letters, empty energies that float in the atmosphere, that admittedly touch us, but the words cast no shadows. We can’t grasp them. The words are not a knife with which we can cut palpable bread. they are not a ball we can bounce. We can’t build houses with them.

What happens when the final stage of attaining form is also reached?

The alchemy occurs in precisely that moment when this creative flame will not only rustle and burn in the poem that has appeared on the sheet of paper, but when it also searches for other physical forms of existence.
Not only in the world of the Word. But it will flow and burn in the tangible world around us. The world in which we function. The world of things and events. The world that cries out for change and the realization of potential.

It is precisely at that moment, when the fire of creation, and the functional world embrace each other and become tender lovers, that they reinforce the possibility of creating something new in this world.  
And that is extremely important.

The world is a given. And yet it isn’t.
We do not have to accept the world as it is given to us. The world we live in is the result of complex processes of history, of ages of repression, manipulation, a twisting of facts and power struggles.

We are all born into a fabric that is affected by thousands of years of history. But there is a point in ourselves, a sovereign point that has nothing to do with this. That point is FREE.
This sovereign point frees you from generalisations, sweeping concepts, world views and even submission to the laws.
You can shape the world over again from this point. And you can start weaving from here. Like a carpet. Thread by thread, one golden thread after another and together it forms the new fabric.

As a poet I exercise and refine the process of working with the flame of creation.
For me personally, poetry works as a path to initiation.
What does this look like?  

When I write a poem, I let go of everything;
I become an empty cup. My arms are spread wide and I receive what comes to me.
To live like this!

When I write a poem, my powers of perception are entirely focussed and dedicated.
To live like this.

When I write a poem, I am extremely sensitive to synchronicity.
To live like this. 

When I write a poem, I create worlds. I am a creator. I can pull anything out of the dust, mud, clouds and realms of thought – whatever I want.
To live like this.  


My true canvas is the world we live in. This is my writing paper. Clay.  Bronze. The world in which we move things, in which we wander, cook and have ideas. We fight. We love. I find this an intriguing world.
Of course, this is a major challenge.
But in small steps I am learning and succeeding.

I started a primary school, for my son Thomas, together with other parents.
This is the school we dreamed of. We threw out the old system, and started by focusing on the children. Education through projects the children choose themselves, yoga classes from 3 years old. A strong focus on cooperation, sustainability, creativity, self-awareness, nature.

Right now, I am working on a new way of living. A village for the future. A blueprint for sustainable living that can be used as a template everywhere in the world. Open source and available for everyone and anyone to adopt freely.  It is rooted in consciousness, nature, innovative science and creativity. When creativity can flow freely, you are embracing this fire of creation, this is where we came from, this is what we need to remember to ignite each other.

To start weaving a whole new pattern.

Published on 06.03.2020.

Última actualización: 06/01/2022