Confused Savior

In a taxi ride I clarified
My purpose is not to save anyone
From themselves
But to see how we might save each other
Through open hearts and words
Ama llulla, Ama qilla, Ama suwa
Don´t be a liar, a slouch, or a thief
So says the Incan ¨Hello¨
Come with clean heart
Chúyasunqu
And the weathered doors will open
To the lush courtyards and communities therein

I wonder who really needs help
And what that even looks like
Is it OK to go with no agenda?
Outside of meeting new friends
Swapping stories
Comparing worlds
Listening? Understanding
Realizing how little money can buy
On contentment´s path
We travel just to find its trailhead
Usually where wealth is scarcest
Community is rich
Yet we analyze their problems
As if they were worse than our own
Hatching perfect plans
To solve them
But maybe we can help them
And maybe they can help us
And maybe we are they
And maybe we can save each other