Action alone matters not to me
The motives behind action do
Some days I feel infinite power
Like Superman, to do all that I want
But other days I cannot even move
Down in the dumps of depression
For myself feeling sorry and sad
About life complaining a tad
Those days when rising from bed is too hard
While I mope immobile and idle
I wonder where my power has gone
And why I feel like I’m bound in chains
I find when I feel fear, need, and worry
My power to act has run far away
While only Reaction remains
To protect from threats I fear for myself
Reaction controlled Hitler and Stalin
Reaction makes slaves of its blind bidders
Who feel no command left in their lives
Reaction a weak power it is
Stress, blame, and justification
Indicate when reaction is present
Like when I feel people make me angry
Or when work and money direct my life
Reaction weakens and cripples its users
Reaction is focused only within
But Reaction’s counterpart, named Action
Is the source of infinite power
Reversing focus from inward to outward
Fear, worry, and stress all melt away
As love for others infuses my soul
Purpose now guides me, my motives are pure
Tasks before I had trouble completing
With no reason or power to fuel me
I now conquer with ease and no effort
Propelled through life, calm and at peace
All true action comes from this place
Of love and an active concern for others
But no one has told us the grandest secret
That action and love are one and the same
When no power to act in life I feel
I run back to my source of energy within
Regenerating my soul with endless love
Restoring myself to my true nature
–Jason Westlake
Fri., November 17, 2006
