She put the thought form of her essence,
all that was good, loving and beautiful
about her into the cosmos.
She considered this practice she made
up like her psychic pheromones,
an experiment to connect with and
bring the love of her life to her
via preternatural means.
She practiced sending her psychic pheromones
into the cosmos daily for six months
until when she was about to give up and
thought her experiment a foolish failure.
But on that day a man mistakenly bumped
into her at a grocery store embarrassed and apologetic.
and conversation and a love at first sight ensued.
A few dates later, she knew … she knew … her
experiment had worked, and she had found the
love of her life.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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