Being is fleeting; doing is flitting.
Doing is a kind of being.
Doing winks slyly at being while passing.
Doing is on mission; being prefers a cushion.
Doing has no sympathy for being’s fine tuned symmetry.
Doing pauses for reflection; being reflects on pausing.
Doing involves eschewing what‘s nothing.
Youth is some doing, old is some ruing.
Life begins with doing; in the middle is a lot of justifying; in the end comes the hushing.
Doing requires explaining; being requires merely claiming.
To be is dreaming; to act, redeeming.
Doing brings change; being, the same.