Follow your grief for three days,
Like a hunter tracking wounded prey,
Carefully looking for blood upon the way.
Go down to the shore of the lake alone,
Where the white deer lies exhausted—
Having refused to enter dark water to save its life.
Be respectful in the silence…
Where only your own breath disturbs the tranquil air,
Your heart pierced by what you cannot hear or see.
Watch as shadows formed by Sun
Slowly lengthen to encompass both you and deer,
Life and death held, embraced and kissed in gentle light.
There is no need to speak. No words will come.
One single tear forms within your eyes,
Then slowly falls upon your cheek.