Enlightenment at Borders

One day I was casually reading a short verse from a book by Zen priest Dainin Katigiri in Eastern Studies aisle of Borders Bookstore. I had just finished a verse and remember being quite moved by it when the silence was disturbed by my phone ringing. After I took the call I recalled this peculiarity which for lack of descriptive words felt like going into being mode. As I walked away I walked and felt as though I was walking for the first time. Not in a clumsy or awkward fashion but rather the walking experience felt new. As if walking was new to me, the aisles where interesting , my hands flapping by my side were new, the floor was new. It was if I and walking were the same. I and movement were all the same. There was no internal dialogue nor compulsion in my mind to narrate the experience ( which I think the ego must do without us knowing)  of walking, movement etc. There were none of  the usual mental scripts of obervance generated. I had my head down not taking any particular interest in what was ahead and was crisscrossing all these aisles till I got out of the store. It was not till I got out of the store when how should I put this, that the mind (re) presented it- self as being here. As if it had just re-engaged itself . The most interesting part to this was it was that mind began to fill in the gaps when it returned.It suddenly uploaded the missing period and took ownership of the forgotten events which transpired after the phone call. It described my enjoyment of  the verse, the walk, hand movements and so on and leaving the store. The mind  was now taking full charge of these missing events as if it had been a part of it. Which it was not. Could it have been a daydream? Not a chance as I would have come out of a daydream and become  aware having been in a daydream. Zen thought might suggest that maybe it was a walking meditation. The Advaitans would argue that the mind was just in another state. At any event what interested me was that there was a witness observing  this entire event but without judgment. There was no judgment till the ego came into the picture and created a script and took ownership of the event.  Prior to this there was no analysis whatsoever of what had occurred after I had put that book away. It was only when I left the store that some self or an I reconnected with these events. As if it was trying  to quickly fill in the gaps hoping I would not notice. There was a part of myself that quickly stepped in and reminded me that I was walking, looking at my feet, hands, looking at my hands and that the me was in charge of these activities. It was all back to normal. What do I make of all this?  I probably would describe it as a moment of Self-Realization. The consciousness layer peeled itself back a little further and gave me a look ' There was no me though and that's the paradox. '