Years ago I found myself struggling, like many young
men of my age with the problem of choosing a suitable
vocation. Blessed with a voice for singing, an eye for
beauty, an ear for melody and rhyme, I eventually
found my way to the path of the artist, yet continued
to yearn for something even larger and more
transcendent. My hunger you see was not for beauty
alone, but for wisdom, truth and moral purpose. In
addition, while I felt a call to serve I had no desire to
do so in a conventional manner. Neither politics, the
military nor religion, in the form with which I was
familiar, were the path for me.
Then one night I had a dream in which I found myself
sitting in a small wooden boat floating in the middle of
a mountain lake.
A somewhat portly old man wearing a white skullcap
and a long white gown, stood peacefully at the other
end. "Daniel David Joseph" he began, gazing down at
me with a gentle, fatherly smile, "By choosing to
become an artist you are running away from your
highest potential." "But what could be more beautiful than the singing of a bird?" I insisted. "Love is more
beautiful" said the figure in white, to which I stubbornly replied "But I love beauty..."
Though we continue with this debate for some time, in my heart of hearts I sense the rightness in his words, and
while reluctant at the thought of neglecting my daily practice, when the old man asks me to accompany him on a
special journey, I accept.
That journey was the journey of the dream…
The Journey
Daniel David Joseph