The tiger and the fly

In the middle of the darkest night Wudan had seen for over 400 years, Po woke me with a sharp slap to my forehead.He commanded me to meet him in the courtyard.The night was perfectly still.The air smelt of the moon.The blue light filled Wudan and Po seemed uneasy.To call this uncharacteristic is an understatement.Nothing troubled him.But something was tonight…Anything powerful enough to trouble Po was beyond my comprehension, so I asked no detail.Master Po sat in lotus position and commanded me to do the same.Once I sat opposite him. . .