The Dragon Lady's Secret Manual

Time vanished. I didn‘t know where I was. I found myself walking into an
ancient tea room. There she was, the Dragon Lady, most certainly a
disguised Chan master, seated in the lotus meditation posture, serving tea.

I could not take my eyes off her. There was a timeless quality about her. The
wrinkles on her face told me she was 85 years old or more.

I sat there, intent, waiting for her to reveal the hidden message. Silence.
She set everything in front of her, her mind totally absorbed. The thick
copper pot had a dragon engraved on one side. There was also a bamboo
brush and a ceramic bowl, both of enormous simplicity.

The fire simmered. We sat there quietly for 10 minutes. I was getting
restless. Her eyelids were half closed.