The Memory Painter

Day after day, the relentless training continued. Many monks went to the infirmary to set broken bones and bandage wounds. But over time, they became stronger in mind and body than they had ever thought possible. Eventually they could break bricks, pierce tree trunks, and meditate for days on end as their Qi became more powerful.

At Abbot Fang’s request, Bodhidharma dictated his exercises so there would be a guide for future Shaolin monks, and Huike transcribed his instructions. Bodhidharma knew his stay at the temple was coming to its end. He was an old man now, and India was calling.

On a beautiful spring day, much like the one when he had first arrived at the temple, Bodhidharma watched the monks performing their exercises in the forest. Huike stood beside him. Bodhidharma did not look at him as he spoke. “I have waited many years to tell you this and many times thought I would remain silent.… I have seen your soul’s karma. It is heavy and keeps you from the Way, but that in itself is an illusion. Anyone can transcend their karma by seeing their true nature.”