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the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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the word 'hope' came to mind
ReplyDeleteSilent awe.
ReplyDeleteI don't have much of that now, Manuela, but yes...
ReplyDeletemerc, you know how much I love that word, 'awe'... it is impossible to translate it, I think. maybe the 'numinous' of Rudolf Otto would be close, but that is hardly a translation.
ReplyDeleteNuminous is a good translation, heh, I have a poem titled Numinous...nous can equal spirit and intuition.
ReplyDeleteThe Numen is God.
In Maori = Hau, sacred breath of life.
I will hold it for you until you can take it back - so you know it is safe and not lost.
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