Places I Live

Sometimes I live in a dank dark cave,
With blackness that chills to the marrow.
Sometimes I live in a radiant stillness,
That descends and strikes like an arrow.
Sometimes I live in a lazy haze,
Where my limbs grow sluggish and heavy.
And sometimes I live in a rapid drumming,
That beats through the blood with a rhythm steady.
And sometimes I live in a blazing fire,
That burns into my core.
But sometimes I live in a bright sweet light.
A place I know I've been before.