“Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.”
“I have opened all the doors in my head. I have opened all the pores in my body. But only the tide rolls in.”
“...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.”
“The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.”
“All earthly desires are but streams, but God is the ocean. ”
“All emotion receded, pulled out like low tide, leaving my brain an empty ocean bottom”