I’m coming home in the voice of spring. I am blue water coming with yellow lights in the darkness of the valley. Sweet peace and tranquil thoughts to you dear love. Flourishing runs faster in the warm love of day. May laughter strike you like the harmony of your thinking as your thinking is with the harmony of all things. Lightness and happy joy is the gaze of red and green by the pale blue sky. The clouds of winter hath been removed. Life is here again, it is the gazing of the moon in the rainy light. For rain and light is what gives life in the blissful eyes of the sun. Homecoming is like a spring mountain. As night shall perish so shall the lonely find the sun of life in friendship. Throw up your hands in the shaking of the midnight sound. For our friendship is like springtime, it is blue-water in the grass of the morning, it is tranquil love in the sublimity of the laughing trees which laugh against the wind. It is the eyes of the moon which stand in the sweet bliss of spring. It is dark lightness in the silver touch of dawn. It is the running of the stags in the perfect pitch of freedom. Let us rest, for it fears not, its smile is simple, it's like a voice of kindness, it’s like a voice of silence, it is strongly in the echo, it is softly in the wind.