Impulse Poem by Alejandro Jodorowsky

Nothing your own, you live on a loan.
You cannot lift the veil.
Cease to hold your name. Open your hand
And let it slip till you call yourself Silence.
Hunting is forbidden, fishing allowed.
Come into the net you cast in your inner sea.
Be yourself the prey.
Into instinct submerge your conscience.
Ceasing to ask, receive as if you may
Be a sacred vessel.
You thought the treasure was fleeing.
Understand your search took it away.
You will cease to be a name any more
Among other names, but a transparent
Sphere that contains them.

Translated by Tom Billsborough