Mess

"May all beings be happy, and know the cause of happiness." ~Sutra on the 4 Immeasurables

What is the cause of happiness? What is the cause of suffering?

My life is a mess. I believe I must strive for a state called "everything is OK." This is suffering.

My life is a mess, and it's OK, because a mess is all there is. This is the end of suffering.

From a mess I came. To a mess I will return. The world is a mess, the cosmos a hot mess cooling down. And because a mess is all there is, it is incomparably pure.

We were angels. We longed to be born in this mess. Why?

Because only when we collapse into unconditional vulnerability is love possible.

Now be a mess, and be happy.