we gripped life in our
hands tightly and knew it was
only a moment

(photo courtesy ride the machine)

prelude to a farewell

i’ve been mulling this over for a while now. in fact I’ve probably been putting it off. but the reality has caught up with me and it’s time i finally pull the plug on this show and send everybody home.

almost 3 years ago I began this little experiment. the idea was fairly simple. a post each day sharing a haiku. a meditation on the day. it became a kind of creative healing. a place to play and park so many of the thoughts that go rolling around inside my brain. this endeavor kept me active and more engaged with the world around me as i looked for new inspiration.

but time has caught up and shifted me now to a different place. the purpose has, i believe largely been fulfilled. i had wanted to share some things and the way i see the world. and i’ve done that. and sure, i could keep it up i suppose, but now it’s time for other projects.

thanks to all of you who joined me on the journey and who are reading this now. thanks for your comments of encouragement. it means a lot. i plan to leave the blog up indefinitely (that is to say as long as blogger allows) and invite you to visit the archives. if there are any missing links or files related to earlier posts, and you would like some more info or the original file, just shoot me a comment and i’ll be happy to respond as i am able.

and finally for those of you who were always wondering or never thought to ask, here is a little insight on the origins of the name “toastrobot”. back at the beginning of this as i was trying to think of a name, i was looking for something that sounded like two opposing ideas, like “iron butterfly”. i love robots, especially the shiny metal toy variety. and the contrast of a warm piece of toast appealed to me. like something fresh. add to it that my motorbike is commonly referred to as a “toaster” and it just seemed to work. anyway, it’s certainly taken on its own life and given me some in return.

so there you have it. may you continue to be blessed as i have been blessed.

mattb

 

the images we
record get tucked away like

files of memory

  we ride on waves of

magnetic invisible

  messages we hear

the home of the wolf
is a castle wall between

world of man and wild

the engine of our
 mind at play now overhauled
in a shop of thoughts

our frame is hidden
from all who see us but the
the eyes of Creator

transportation for
the new old location called

 imagination

a reminder of
life in time of disaster
here written in stone

the satisfaction
of momentary visits
lived in the present

a palace for the
people's electorate waits
on new leadership

see the place He lay
yet don't fear He is not here
but risen today

tears from heaven fall
on hardened hearts and begin
to melt them away

the spirits pay us
visit and bring the bubbly
which comes to a head

slip the cracks as you

slide up and against the grain

then across splinters

soul's walk takes us to
cross a bridge of serenity
and find our love

out of one many
cling together for the hope
that all is not lost

we sit at the round
table our discussions go
on infinitely

the eternal climb
from downward spiral lifts us
one step at a time

the face of the tramp

now turns west and takes steps to

catch that train once more