A song evokes the joy of a past event, but the memory dims and wonders if it is true. One loves, and it "feels right", but questions arise when "figuring it out".
In a moment of "slipping" one remembers there is more - so much more; yet the mind grabs to the world in front of the eyes and thinks "How can that be?".
Breath and heart lead one to forget oneself and come closer, "Ah, yes", but how and why one wonders.
The symphony is broadcast, but the radio is off the station. A little crackle, more, it must be tuned. What is it that one relies on; the noise, or trusts that instinct, knowing the song is there?
To trust the feelings behind until they are in front, the knowing faintly bright and growing; or disregard the blessings of remembrance, turning instead to reflection, out of focus and dim, the shadow on the cave wall? The heart and breath, key. Turn toward your choice and it becomes your "real"; toward the Truth and you become - yourself.