On my last night atop Wudan, Master Po and I sat atop the largest rock.
We sat together with our eyes closed. 42 breaths per minute, in perfect sync. Such was the way of Wudan.
At 3am, when the night was darkest, I opened my eyes and saw Master Po staring at the Moon. Tears streamed down his face.
His breathing pattern hadn’t broken.
“Why are you crying?“ I asked. He didn’t reply. I turned my head to look at the moon and cried with him. It was at this point Tateshinkai was mastered.
Such is the way of Wudan.