The Eyes of Love

There are no filters on the eyes of love. It sees clearly and focuses on the divine within. Divine love encompasses all. With divine love, it’s not exclusive only to family, children, friends, partners/spouses, etc. Divine love recognises the Beloved in all of creation and therefore can’t help but to love all that is living. May we all remember to regard one another in this way; for when we do, we are all picture perfect. 


Carolyn Glackin


I tend not to think in terms of ‘mine/theirs,’ ‘his/hers,’ ‘us/them,’ ‘our country/their country,’ ‘my people/their people.’ There is one world, one love, and one people. My heart, my mind, and my love know no borders; because despite the ongoing illusion/delusion of separation, all is one. We are all fashioned by the same hand of the same creator. We all possess the same spark of the divine. We are all the intricately, interwoven detail of All That Is. Each of us, both singularly and collectively, make up the I AM presence. We are one and the same. I AM of you as you are of me and together, we are All That Is. May we, as a people, wake up to the truth of this reality and embrace our oneness so that we may begin living in peace and unity. 

Love and blessings,

Carolyn Glackin
*All words are my own. 

*Photo found on Google.

Blessed Vessel

Each time a woman delivers a baby, she has taken part in the sacred act of birthing forth the Divine; i.e., giving rise to the Beloved in human form. We are the weavers of the fabric of life. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mothers throughout the world! ❤
Love and blessings, 

*All words are my own. 
*Beautiful goddess mother artwork found on Pinterest. Artist unknown.

Benediction: A Lament of the Chronically Ill 

Benediction: A Lament of the Chronically Ill

by Carolyn Glackin
*Dedicated to those of us who struggle each day within the confines of a body plagued with illness.* 
This prison of skin and bone

Is my captor

Death my only hope of absolution 

Why have I done this to myself?

Who will help me seek my restitution?
Each new day arrives with aching horrors

An atrocity that never should unfold

These maladies that run all through my body 

A nightmare that’s perhaps best left untold
And how I long so badly to fly freely

So far beyond this dreaded mortal coil

And yet this is the very thing that’s needed 

To allow me to be with you for a while 
But never in this lifetime did I fathom

That I could conjure horrors such as this

And oh but if I could forsake it

Perhaps then I shall know eternal bliss 
The shackles of this vestige seem to taunt me

Remind me of a freedom I once knew 

In spirit form devoid of painful burdens

But then I couldn’t be here now with you
The song upon my lips a benediction 

As I beg my higher powers to set me free

To somehow let me live here in this body

With the peace that’s as of yet unknown to me
Each night as I am faced with each new morrow 

My body racked with weariness and pain

I tell myself the next day will be better

While knowing that my hopes are all in vain
But I know that there’s a lesson in this burden 

A wisdom meant to be revealed to me

And I hope that on the day I come to know it

That truth shall finally set this body free. 
Photo: Maren Kemp


As the world tumbles and toils with tumultuous trepidation, I seek refuge from the turmoil by going deeper within. Only the inner sanctum of the sacred heart can save me from the snare of evil that freely roams our hallowed earth both night and day. Only within can I hope to be spared from the soaring egos that assault one another without thought of the visceral carnage that lies in their wake. There too, I’m afforded the opportunity to remain unmasked and unveiled, unlike the bulk of my brethren who are both literally cloaked and metaphorically daggered. Safe harbors await each of us on this dark night of the soul. Simply follow the light within and stay put, dear ones. Stay put.

-Carolyn Glackin 

Art by Soufiane Idrassi of DeviantArt. 

The Chalice 

I find that people do not empty or drain me of that which I am. I make certain that my chalice is full before engaging with others so that I approach them only to offer love and kindness, seeking nothing of them. When they ascertain that I love and respect them, more often than not, they offer the same in return. What a beautiful exchange from heart to heart and soul to soul. Surely there is no greater gift of spirit. 

-Carolyn Glackin

*Chalice artwork found on Pinterest. 

God is Nondenominational 

The Alpha

The Omega

The Ancient of Days
The Divine
The Beloved
The Shower of Ways
The Forgiver of Sins
The Light
Our Salvation
From whence we begin
The Father
Most High
The Lord
The Prophet
So many names
For the One who gives life
And it seems all these names
Have led to such strife
God is for one
Just as God is for all
No more for the mighty
No less for the small
God is for Christians
God is for Jews
God is for Muslims, Sikhs and Hindus
God is for those found in a church
Just as God is for those whose temple is Earth
No more for the saints
No less for the sinners
For we are not viewed
As losers and winners
No more for the holy
No less for the meek
As much for the infidel
Labeled as weak
We ALL are chosen
Lest we wouldn’t be here
So please silence your ego
Release all your fear
We’ve been judging and killing
Harming and shaming
Scorning and threatening
Insulting and blaming
We’ve been hateful and pious
Haughty and bitter
This madness must stop
Please reconsider!
You don’t have to convert
Or change your views
And you can call our Creator
Any name that you choose
But let’s look deep within
And finally see
That God is in you
And God is in me
So each time that we seek
To harm one another
We harm the Creator
The Father, the Mother
This battle is ancient
It’s long past it’s prime
Please let it go
Now is the time!
Namaste my dear friends
And know this to be true:
I honor the divine that dwells in you.

Much love,