Latter Day Sinner

I have a little shrine in my prayer room. It’s a corkboard with names and signs on it with a little private writing and art laying on the chair where the corkboard is propped. The center of the corkboard at the top is empty. It’s a blank space without any names or signs or art. I find myself staring at the empty space and entering a very meditative state. It gives me a glimpse into why the Holiest of Holies in the Jewish temples were empty. It’s like staring at a God beyond gods. But it’s empty so it’s also contemplating no gods at all. It’s an intersection between a pure monotheism and a reassuring atheism. One with a transcendent God or one with myself makes no difference for the meditation. That empty space on that little shrine is enough.