A Haiku

Basho wrote:

LET MY NAME
BE TRAVELER;
FIRST RAINS.

The first rains have come. Forget my name because all our names are nothing but writings on the sand. The first rains have come and the names will disappear.

Basho says, “Let my name just be traveler.” More than that is getting identified with the vehicle on which you are traveling. You may be in a car, you may be in a bullock cart, you may be in a bus, a train or an aeroplane. It does not matter what the vehicle is — you are the traveler. A thousand times you have changed at many junctions. In many forms you have appeared in the world — sometimes as a tree and sometimes as a rose bush and sometimes as an eagle.