Gurus in Heaven

If I fly up to heaven to meet you.
All the saints will trumpet their horns.

I go there to find silence.
You still the winds and make the forests quiet.

If I bow before you and lay my lips to your feet,
You gently lie your hands upon my crown.

If I offer you diamonds and gold and all the treasures of the world,
You set your smile softly upon my face and tell me there is nothing to fear.