"Here and Now. When we ride in the city, we enter the sacred present moment where life is. This is the razor’s edge that Zen masters refer to, and invite us to keep coming back to again and again. It is easy to fall off into the past, or wander into the future, but life is always in the Now, and as long as we are here, we are OK." -By Junji Miyazawa
The above paragraph is taken from this article.Kindly read it so that what I am going to write here can be easily understood.
Every time I go cycling to FRIM and on returning to where I park my car,I will try to finish by going downhill where I could get my adrenalin dosage at 48km per hour.I feel scared every time I was doing it but I will do it again at the next trip.It is a bit dangerous for my age but I was willing to take the risk just for the sheer joy of it! Joy is the feeling of happiness that keeps me coming back to ride this trail again and again.The above article explained this better than I could ever do.
To be able to do this,I need full attention and concentration.To do one thing only at one time.Once inside this flow domain (mind and body in unison),we lose the sense of time and we are being sucked by a bottomless black hole of space-time...Only those who have been there will know what it was like and words are merely limited symbols to explain the ordinary..This is experiential type of knowledge.
Sadly in the present time when everyone is always busy,we try to do a few things at one time.They call it multi-taskings.Just tell me how good is the nasi kerabu eaten with ayam percik Yati and at the same time you are reading the novel The Confession by John Grisham?
Similarly and not equally/the same for those who are blessed by the joy of solat.Solat has a vertical dimension of 'space'(man and God) as compared to cycling only a horizontal space between man,his bike and his environment.This is elaborated here if you wish to know more about khooshu'.
But then,the presence(duniya) is only temporary...
Photo Note: I snapped the photo as my car ascending the ramp to join the highway to Ampang.My son was driving the car then.This photo is a record of the the visual moment that we experienced-there,done and gone.