 The Forgotten Song
Listen– perhaps you catch
a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim,
perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like
a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances
in which you heard completely unremembered.
Not the
whole song has stayed with you, but just a little
wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place
or anything particular. But you remember, from just
this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful
the setting where you heard it, and how you loved
those who were there and listened with you.
Listen, and see if you remember an ancient song you
knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody
you taught yourself to cherish since.
Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything
you see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden
light that stretches as you look into a great and
shining circle. And all the circle fills with light
before your eyes.
This is the vision of the Son of God, whom you know
well. Here is the sight of him who knows his Father.
Here is the memory of what you are; a part of this,
with all of it within, and joined to all as surely
as all is joined in you.
Accept the vision that can
show you this, and not the body. You know the ancient
song, and know it well. Nothing will ever be as dear
to you as is this ancient hymn of love the Son of
God sings to his Father still.
And now the blind can see, for that same song they
sing in honor of their Creator gives praise to them
as well. The blindness that they made will not withstand
the memory of this song. And they will look upon
the vision of the Son of God, remembering who he
is they sing of. What is a miracle but this remembering?
And who is there in whom this memory lies not? The
light in one awakens it in all. And when you see
it in your brother, you are remembering for everyone.
From 'A Course in Miracles'
Chapter 21: Reason and Perception
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