...amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being...
There is a passage in Moby Dick. Ishmail and his companions get stranded in the middle of a pod of whales. The pod is being attacked by the crew of the Pequod. There is a great deal of agitation at the perimeter. But in the middle, all is calm. Ishmail looks down into the water and beholds a swirl of birthing mothers and newborn calves. He says this about that experience:
“But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.”
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
See more of Wayne Levin's work here and here. Thanks to Lenscratch for bringing his work to my attention.