Light

It was in the midst of the pandemic
That my meditation paid off and 
I reached Nirvana.
One of the decisions made based on the level I reached
Was to volunteer my energy at a homeless shelter.
All I had to do was help them with their shower
And just talk to them.
I remember the last night there as it was yesterday -
We were all out, at night, a little past their curfew and my schedule.
The moon was watching over us,
Being the family member that none of us ever had.
She sent us whispers of protection on a wave of summer air
While witnessing our unconditional love for each other.
People from all over the world, moved to Lisbon in the hopes of a better future.
All in a circle, talking about music (that was our common language),
About home,
About life.
Cultures that I’ve never heard of
Are all alive in me when I hear their melodic notes.

They taught me that relationships are healthy
And have not one inch of jealousy in them.
They showed me love and even gave me gifts,
Gifts that they will never be aware of.

I know it in my soul
That this is my path.
I connected with them like no one else,
And they embraced me and kept me safe.

I want to tell the story of one of my guys
That saved me during a dark night of the soul.
I was near the train tracks and the bridge,
And all over the place were messages written.
“Don’t do it”, “Jesus loves you”, “Jesus understands you”, “Jesus is always with you”, “You are not alone”, “You are loved”.
They saved me during one of the darkest days of my life.
And then I met Jesus. He is one of the guys
That lives happily off the grid,
With no interest in politics, governments or races.
He saw me running a few days in a row and stopped me kindly, asking if I run for my heart or for my mind.
I grasped the wisdom in his question
And I stopped and talked to him for a few beautiful moments.
I never thanked him for saving my life,
But his eyes told me he knew.

I will try my best to be the light that you were for me.