TULPA
To
make a tulpa is an act of will:
It
is fathered on air and elements,
Comparable
to making a child
By
the focused passion of intent.
Quite
different from merely wishing,
With
its dreamy drift of desire;
A
moment's yearning conspiring
To
the slack lilt of the lyre.
More
like a drum's insistent beat,
One
thought forced to a form,
Taming
what is to your will,
Narrowing
chaos to norm.
Determine
your single desire,
Blinding
potential to a pin.
Are
you sure of what you want?
Then
let the conception begin.
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