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THE OCEAN OF TIME by Saranya Aey Senaves


 The Ocean of Time is the first poem that I wrote in English, in 2002. I wrote it as I was looking at a picture of waves in the sea and my mind started to wander and dream. 


The Ocean of Time

 by Saranya Aey Senaves 


Like a boat

Seeking treasures in the ocean of time

We have our eyes as guiding stars. 

The compass is our own heart 

Leading us in our needed direction.

Sometimes we go outward for a while, 

In our tempestuous infatuation; 

So long as we know our goal, 

We will end up beyond the storm’s reach. 



Photography by Saranya Aey Senaves 

 

Saranya Aey Senaves lives in Nong Khai, a small town along the Mekong River in the northeast of Thailand. She’s run Hornbill Bookshop and Café for years, making backpackers, expats, travelers and locals feel at home with her personally-selected array of books, and delicious homemade food, coffee and smoothies. Her poet heart is always reaching out to explore places near and far, most often with her camera in hand, in search of bridges between lands and their people. Everyone is always welcome to my home! Connect with her on Facebook. 


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