Don't own Kung Fu panda
Meditation isn't hard. It takes time to get used to. Like exercise, you can over-exert yourself and do more harm than good, but with time and training, it can have great benefits for the mind and body.
That being said, someone like Po would have great difficulty. The panda sat at a spot on the mountain secluded from the others. After a steep climb through rock stairs, Po managed to come with the help of his friend. Now he wiggled his butt into the earth as he crossed his legs over one another. He rested his back against a boulder, letting the feather-like grass graze his fur. He shut his eyes with the sun facing him as it rose. He took a deep breath, laid his hands on the tops of his knees, and exhaled.
"And... what am I supposed to do?" Po asked, peeking at the striped companion.
She gave a long sigh, "You've done this before Po. Just focus on your breath and when you get distracted gently bring your attention back to the breath."
"What if I don't want to focus on the breath?"
"You can focus on other things. The sensation on your fur, the sounds, or you can repeat a mantra or a phrase. The point is to become more aware of yourself. When you become aware of your thoughts and what's going on in your mind, you won't get caught up in the mental mess."
"Soooo like... no emotions?"
Tigress shook her head. "You'll still feel emotions, Po. But you won't... add to them. Or identify with them."
Po scanned the tiger up and down, slowly nodding. "Okay."
"You've done this before, Po. I'm simply here to make sure you have some guidance," Tigress explained.
Po raised his eyebrow with a half-smile, "And because Shifu's tired of training me."
"And... because Shifu's tired of you," Tigress sighed. "But seriously, Po. A drum solo?"
"I caught myself!"
The tiger groaned and facepalmed. "Just relax and focus. Let your thoughts come and go as they please." She sat down, crossing her legs on the grass, and sat perfectly upright. Her yellow qipao gently shimmered in the bright light, catching Po's attention for a moment. He shook his head and shut his eyes, refocusing on his breath.
His breath came in and out along with the sweeping breeze that rustled his fur.
Almost like a beach's sea breeze. He could even hear the waves crashing against the shore.
The panda watched the waves splashing and roaring.
"Po, come on, I need your help," said Tigress.
"Coming," Po shouted back. The panda and tiger wore tattered rags from the shipwreck. He and Tigress were the only survivors after the massive storm turned over their ship. From where and to where Po couldn't say. He just knew that going back home was out of the picture. Helping Tigress take the wreckage and supplies, Po walked through a tropical forested island, filled with lush green palm trees and hanging vines. Tigress found a clearing near a fresh river to make camp. Po helped collect the materials while she labored to erect the huts for the two of them. "Wouldn't it be better to have one hut? Save supplies?"
Tigress smirked, "Are you comfortable being that close to me?"
"I... uh... y-yes?" Po stuttered. Tigress shook her head, tying the last vine in place for their hut. "It's not much, but it's something. How soon do you-"
"I'll find a way to make a rescue signal. You find some food," Tigress delegated. Po nodded and quickly walked around the place. The island's jungle felt like a dream. The tree bark and ground felt warm and comforting like a big hug sliding him into sleep. He felt one of the trunks. Smooth like a pebble sanded by the river. In the trees, he saw soft-looking yellow bananas and hairy brown coconuts. But he found other fruit, mangos, apples, and grapes.
"Grapes don't grow on trees," Po mumbled. He tilted his head as he climbed one of the bigger trees. But he quickly got off after seeing the tree bend to the ground under his weight. The tree stayed like that until he picked the bananas and the grapes from its leaves. It then slowly stood back up to its original height. "Ookay? Weird." Shrugging, the panda walked back to the campsite where Tigress carried more of the wreckage supplies. She had already made a soft bed from the grass and leaves collected around. "Who's hungry?"
Tigress smiled but leaned on her left leg. "Where did you get grapes?"
"It was weird. I was up a tree and I found them. I don't know why they were there. I know it's a vine, but-"
"I wouldn't expect grapes to grow in a jungle like this."
"Right! That's what I thought!"
Tigress stared at the fruit but dismissed it with a shake of her head. Glancing at the setting sun, she sighed and began to start the fire. They sat down and ate the fruit, sampling the grapes and bananas. Tigress's eyes lit up as Po hummed, "These are really good! This has to be the best banana I've ever tasted. Ha! Monkey would be jealous."
"Hm," Tigress gave a brief smile. She stared at the ground as the crackling fire blazed on. She heard the panda's movements as he sat next to her, bearing his brave understanding smile.
"We'll get back, I know it. And besides, it's not the worst place in the world to be stuck. And you're not alone. I know I'm not the best company to be with but um..." The panda stuttered as the tiger smiled.
"It's alright, Po. Thank you," Tigress replied. Her stomach growled. "I think I'm going to get some more food."
"Okay, I think I'm going to sleep," Po yawned. Tigress nodded and watched the panda climb into bed. Her eyes turned over to the fruit before her. She took another bunch of grapes and ate them before going to sleep.
Po 'awoke', opening his eyes. He saw no beach, no jungle, no jungle. Just Tigress sitting there with her eyes closed and posture erect.
"Uh, Tigress? Is it normal for thoughts to be... vivid while meditating?"
The tiger slightly opened one eye facing Po. "Yes, though they can be brief. The important thing is to simply let them go. Remember your training. Notice, become aware, let it be."
"Right," Po nodded and closed his eyes again.
What an island daydream with him and Tigress had to do with anything was beyond the panda, but there was nothing he could do about it but let it be. So he did.
Of course, he wasn't prepared for what would happen next.