The golden deer
The Supreme Pastimes — Rāmāyaṇa - Rām's journey
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Some roads begin with thunder...  

Some begin with something beautiful.



Morning light danced through the branches,  

Peace was breathing in the trees.  

Then a flash of gold appeared there,  

Moving softly with the breeze.



Sita smiled,  

"I've never seen  

A creature shine this way before."



Lakshmana felt the silence changing,  

"This is something... nothing more."



Still Lord Rama chased the wonder,  

Through the forest far away.  

One bright dream became a shadow...  

Changing everything that day.



Beware the golden deer...  

Not every light will lead you home.



Some dreams are dressed in gold,  

But leave you walking all alone.



One stolen moment...  

One whispered lie...



Can change forever  

How a hero learns to fly.



A lonely voice cried through the forest,  

Sounding just like Rama's own.  

Sita's heart was filled with panic,  

Lakshmana was left alone.



Then a stranger asked for kindness,  

Wrapped in holy pilgrim's clothes.  

One step closer...  

Masks fell open...



Darkness finally showed.



High above the crying treetops,  

Ravana stole away the queen.  

Old Jatayu rose like thunder,  

Fighting for what couldn't be.



Broken wings fell through the silence,  

Jewels scattered on the ground.  

Tiny stars along the pathway...  

Waiting to be found.



Beware the golden deer...  

Not every light will lead you home.



The brightest things can hide the night,  

The sweetest words can turn to stone.



But love remembers...  

Love won't disappear.



Even through the darkest valley...  

It follows every tear.



The forest held its breath...



One ring...  

One promise...  

One journey...  

Had just begun.