From the year 2001, Gethsemani continues to disturb me. Every time I dare to enter the sanctuary of my own being, Gethsemani speaks from some unknown corner, intriguing me, agonizing me. It had been the pattern for as long as I could remember since I was first knocked down by self realization.
This year, Gethsemani was hidden from my sight. There were no signals from above. I was in desert. I am in desert.
And what else does Gethsemani mean?
This year, Gethsemani was hidden from my sight. There were no signals from above. I was in desert. I am in desert.
And what else does Gethsemani mean?