When you have no willingness to leap, sometimes
you walk right off the edge, not having realized
you were out on a ledge and blind to the one
who was whispering in your ear or to the monster
of fear who only appeared to be outside of you.

Such a rude awakening. But when the up-roar
has found its full expression, depth of grief revealed,
in due time even healed, then and only then the lion
finds his way home. The question then: when he arrives
will the den be empty? Or will love find its beginning again?