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A Zen guardsman, calm and still,
Meditates upon the hill,
A watchful eye, a tranquil heart,
In perfect harmony, a work of art.
With focused mind and steady breath,
He guards the gate, protecting death,
His armor gleams with inner light,
A beacon of peace, serene and bright.
He moves with grace, in mindful flow,
Unwavering, both high and low,
His sword a symbol of skillful means,
His presence calm, like gentle streams.
He embodies strength, yet seeks no fight,
His essence pure, a guiding light,
In perfect balance, he stands tall,
A Zen guardsman, guardian of all.
His wisdom deep, his spirit free,
He guards with love and unity,
In every moment, fully present,
A living testament to Zen's essence.
So in the stillness of his stance,
A Zen guardsman finds his trance,
A warrior of peace, unwavering and true,
A timeless symbol of Zen's virtue.