Ideas float in ether unseen,

Seeds of possibility not yet green.

Thought nurtures their silent growth within,

But action births them out into the open scene.

The womb of action makes ideas real, 

Taking shape as the fruits we can feel.

As a mother nurtures life to reveal,

The hands of doing shape thought’s appeal.

Building, growing, destroying or moving,

Action is ever creating and proving. 

Not stagnant or still but always smoothing,

The way so dreams are steadily improving.

The canvas and stone submit to the painter,

The writer and farmer foster their ain’t-er.  

Their imaginings sprout and gain vigor,

By action’s care they become bigger.

Doing transmutes concepts from the mystery,

Making visible life’s latent history. 

So put ideas into earth’s chemistry,

Let action mother the reality.

Make thoughts and plans into being,

Through effort life’s fruits are seen.  

Vision depends on the care and sheen, 

That action as mother provides unseen.

For manifestation thoughts rely,

On action to grow from the inward eye.

Ever intertwined the bond won’t lie,

In cooperation dreams fill the sky.

Félicité Haguma