The Art of Chess by Sun Tzu

In the quietude of the board, where battles fiercely rage, A war of minds is waged, move by move, stage by stage. Sun Tzu whispers through the pieces, ancient wisdom flows, In each calculated strategy, his timeless doctrine shows.

"The supreme art of war," he says, "is to subdue without a fight," In chess, it is the silent check, the pawn's sacrificial plight. Position over material, the careful dancer's tread, For the game is won in shadows, long before the king is dead.

"Know thyself, know thy enemy," every player must recall, In the mirrored moves of pawns, the rise and fall of all. Each knight’s leap, each bishop’s sweep, each rook’s steadfast march, Echoes in the ancient art, the timeless martial arch.

A pawn becomes a queen, a lowly soldier rises high, Much like Sun Tzu’s warriors, beneath the broad, expansive sky. Deception is a weapon, the feigned retreat a snare, In chess as in the battlefield, victory rewards the player aware.

"All warfare is based on deception," and so the gambit is laid, A piece offered for the taking, a careful trap is made. Yet honor lies in foresight, in plans that intertwine, The art of chess, the art of war, in symmetry align.

So heed the lessons on the board, where Sun Tzu’s wisdom gleams, In every subtle strategy, in every player’s dreams. For in the clash of black and white, where silent battles brew, The echoes of a general’s voice can guide and see you through.

Shaolin Chess Monks

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