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<channel><title><![CDATA[Fractal worlds: Energy art for the New Earth - Fractal Journeys]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/fractal-journeys.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Fractal Journeys]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 08:46:41 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Matrix 19]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/matrix-19.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/matrix-19.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 17:59:22 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/matrix-19.html</guid><description><![CDATA[_There is no one but you to turn to  Your love demands nothing less than my wounded heart  And my heart is filled with nothing but your longings  RumiThis will be my last post for the year.&nbsp; I want to thank you all for your company and support on the journey this year, and wish you peace a [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="display:none;">_</span><span>There is no one<br /> but you to turn to<br /> <br /> Your love demands<br /> nothing less than<br /><span> my wounded heart<br /> <br /> And my heart is filled<br /> with nothing but your longings<br /> <br /> Rumi</span></span><br /><br /><span>This will be my last post for the year.&nbsp; I want to thank you all for your company and support on the journey this year, and wish you peace and love for the holiday season.</span>&nbsp;&nbsp; I hope to see you back here again in the new year.&nbsp; xox<br /></div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/554081_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:499px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Awakening heart 7]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/awakening-heart-7.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/awakening-heart-7.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 17:46:53 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/awakening-heart-7.html</guid><description><![CDATA[_Only the inward voice heard in the chest does not fade. Rumi       [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="display:none;">_</span><span>Only the inward voice heard in the chest does not fade.<br /> Rumi</span></div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/8014560_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:676px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Opening 20]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/opening-201.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/opening-201.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:08:07 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/12/opening-201.html</guid><description><![CDATA[_You are the deep innerness of all things, the last word that can be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourselves differently, to the ship as coastline , to the shore as ship.Rumi     [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="display:none;">_</span>You are the deep innerness of all things,<br /> the last word that can be spoken.<br /> To each of us you reveal yourselves differently,<br /> to the ship as coastline , to the shore as ship.<br /><br /><span></span>Rumi</div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/6615743_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:676px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Portal 8]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/portal-81.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/portal-81.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 18:22:55 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/portal-81.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Crash the door andenter the chamberwhere all sweetthings are hidden.How long can Ibeg and bargainfor the things of this worldwhile love is waiting.How long beforeI can rise beyondhow I am andwhat I am.Rumi    [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Crash the door and<br />enter the chamber<br />where all sweet<br />things are hidden.<br />How long can I<br />beg and bargain<br />for the things of this world<br />while love is waiting.<br />How long before<br />I can rise beyond<br />how I am and<br />what I am.<br /><br /><span></span>Rumi </div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/2934535_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:676px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The knot of time 13]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/the-knot-of-time-13.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/the-knot-of-time-13.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 19:44:02 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/the-knot-of-time-13.html</guid><description><![CDATA[When you lose all sense of selfthe bonds of a thousands chains will vanishLoose yourself completely, return to theroot of the root of your own soul. Rumi      [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">When you lose all sense of self<br />the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish<br />Loose yourself completely, return to the<br />root of the root of your own soul.<br /><br /> Rumi<br /> </div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/7569593_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:676px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Opening 20]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/opening-20.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/opening-20.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 18:31:08 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/opening-20.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Only the soul knows what love is. This moment in time and space is an eggshell with an embryo crumpled inside, soaked in spirit yolk, under the wing of grace, until it breaks free of mind to become the song of birds and their breathing.Rumi    [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Only the soul knows <br />what love is. <br /><br />This moment in time and space <br />is an eggshell <br /><br />with an embryo crumpled inside, <br />soaked in spirit yolk, <br />under the wing of grace, <br /><br />until it breaks free of mind <br />to become the song of birds <br />and their breathing.<br /><br />Rumi </div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/227951_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:498px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The knot of time 12]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/the-knot-of-time-12.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/the-knot-of-time-12.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 20:02:26 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/11/the-knot-of-time-12.html</guid><description><![CDATA[The work is always inside you.This knot does not get untiedby listening to the stories of other people. The well inside your house is better waterthan the river that runs through town. Rumi     [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">The work is always inside you.<br />This knot does not get untied<br />by listening to the stories of other people. <br /><span></span>The well inside your house is better water<br />than the river that runs through town. <br /><span>Rumi</span><br /></div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/3157696_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:488px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Opening 19]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/opening-19.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/opening-19.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 19:00:52 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/opening-19.html</guid><description><![CDATA[When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt,pain itself will crack the rock and Ah!!!let the SOUL emerge.  Rumi        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; "><font size="2">When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt,<br />pain itself will crack the rock and Ah!!!<br />let the SOUL emerge. <br /><span></span> Rumi </font></div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/9747687_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:676px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Matrix 18]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/matrix-18.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/matrix-18.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 20:01:24 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/matrix-18.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I was going to tell you my story but waves of pain drowned my voice. I tried to utter a word but my thoughts became fragile and shattered like glass. Even the largest ship can capsize in the stormy sea of love, let alone my feeble boat which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing but a strip of wood to hold on to. Small and helpless, rising to heaven on one wave of love a [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">I was going to tell you my story <br />but waves of pain drowned my voice. <br />I tried to utter a word but my thoughts <br />became fragile and shattered like glass. <br />Even the largest ship can capsize <br />in the stormy sea of love, <br />let alone my feeble boat <br />which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing <br />but a strip of wood to hold on to. <br />Small and helpless, rising to heaven <br />on one wave of love and falling with the next <br />I don't even know if I am or I am not. <br />When I think I am, I find myself worthless, <br />when I think I am not, I find my value. <br />Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day <br />so how can I doubt the resurrection? <br />Tired of hunting for love in this world, <br />at last I surrender in the valley of love <br />and become free. <br />Rumi<br /><br /> <br /> <br /><br /> </div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/3405385_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:488px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Opening 18]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/opening-18.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/opening-18.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 20:17:26 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.helenekippert.com/1/post/2011/10/opening-18.html</guid><description><![CDATA[You have been a prisoner of a little pond, I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.Come merge with me, leave this world of ignorance.Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.Rumi      [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">You have been a prisoner of a little pond, <br />I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.<br />Come merge with me, <br />leave this world of ignorance.<br />Be with me, <br />I will open the gate to your love.<br /><br /><span></span>Rumi </div>  <div ><div class="wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.helenekippert.com/uploads/3/2/9/5/3295950/5048520_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:676px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

