"Everyone," says Rumi, the great poet and mystic, "has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart."

In search of my purpose, I followed many paths that had been blazed by others. They seemed promising at first but ultimately led to disappointment.

Finally, I left the blazed trails and entered the dark wood where there was no apparent path and began feeling my way guided from deep within.

As a boy, not yet 12, waiting in the dark for sleep, I wondered and worried about my work. Nothing I saw attracted me or even made sense to me. My father was a businessman. What he did baffled me and exhausted him. I thought time would reveal my work.

School and university enlarged my range of vision but revealed nothing about my work. And when I embarked on a career, it was not my heart's desire. Thus began a life of seeking punctuated by periods of settling for less.

I sat for while at the feet of a guru. I traveled to India, the land of many great mystics. I spent several months at a monastery on the island nation of Sri Lanka. I practiced yoga. I meditated, quit meditating, and returned to meditating. I tried going back to the religion of my youth.


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