.  FROM CAMBIOS  CXXV  We gave up sainthood and wisdom  to know our place, to burn a little, to be still  and so master the restless wind.  It comes from fire,  a sign of mystery  and a sign of the family.  It merges with dust  to become visible.  CXXV _Chia Jen_ (family, clan)  CCLXXXVIII  Constellations are stillness,  the miscellaneous distance of stars  racing away, the lie of light,  one form of sight.  Who contemplates the forms,  the shapes, the changes of time  or perhaps the forms of men  holding hard to bony ways,  the world thought of,  has also the sense  without an explanation of it.  CCLXXXVIII _Pi_ (grace)  A MERCIFUL AVATAR FARTS IN THE ZENDO  This truth,  incomparably profound and minutely subtle,  is hardly met with  even in hundreds of thousands of millions of eons.  No thought, no volition,  no consciousness, no suffering.  If we listen to this truth  and praise it  and gladly embrace it  we have really gone beyond foolish talk.  We now can see this,  listen to this,  accept and hold this.  As the truth eternally reveals itself  at this moment  what more need we seek?  How transparent the perfect moonlight.  How boundless the cleared sky.  The gate of oneness  of cause and effect is opened.  