Spring is in the heart,
It’s not a season.
Because of love,
Spring is everywhere, dancing in the tips of the trees,
Always there between you and me,
Always there in time of need.
Time moves and changes,
But spring is eternally here in the world of humankind.
When one knows the truth,
Entering into the path,
The heart lets go, there is nothing to do,
Never again desirous, attached or seeking.
One lives forever in spring,
The spring heart flowing with birth and death,
Never to be parted again.