One by one, the campfires
Light up across the valley floor.
Humans on the face of the world.
Here in the Sacramento Valley, a bat
Can eat ten insects in one minute.
Mexican free-tail bats. Red bats.
Millions of them.
And on those campfires?
Some kind of game.
Rabbit on a spit. Mule deer.
The power of the tribe.
The food chain at night.
An old sow napping
in the cool mud
no past, no regrets
and cool, cool mud
oh my, such a lovely day.
Humanity as a whole flourishes best when we all flourish together.
-Ven. Bhikkhu Bodhi
Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. Practice resurrection.