Once while living at a Buddhist center in the country side of Normandy, France, I experienced what Tibetan Buddhists call "One Taste" - an experience in which everything around me, including people, were literally felt as parts of my own body - not metaphorically speaking but as in the most real, physical sense - everything was my very own flesh! Such revelatory occurrence shattered a monk-like orientation to life that was predominant in me by then. All of a sudden I felt like a child again, delighted with the miracle of creation in every little of its details, wondrous. Soon after the episode, an unheard melody, sung by children, begun resonating in my head once in a while. With time, I interpreted that some of those children were actually going to be my own. This song, led by that melody, became for me a hymn. Originally, a hymn of celebration of the best part of the tradition from which I got the instructions leading to such insight; but later on and most fundamentally, it became a hymn to life - a celebration of life as human beings, in and of itself, as the most beautiful of miracles.
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