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title: "集文字禪 · 舒峻極序"
description: "集文字禅是清代蕴上法师所著的一部禅宗典籍，由舒峻极和杜国柱分别作序。该书成书于清朝，反映了当时禅宗对文字与佛法关系的深入探讨。主要内容通过汇集历代禅门公案、诗文偈颂，以文字为媒介阐释禅理，强调即文字而离文字、直指人心的修行宗旨。在佛教史上，它属于禅宗文字禅流派的重要文献，既承继了唐宋以来文字禅的传统，又体现了清代禅学融合教理与实修的特点，为研究禅宗思想演变和禅门文学提供了珍贵资料。"
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### 集文字禪序

> Preface to Collected Literary Chan

往聞有韻士，拾道上廢瓷敗斝，礱合而為瓶、盂、碗、琖及茶具、酒尊之屬，極天劃神鏤之巧，如詩家之集唐一派。集唐始王文公，自剪綃而下，至孫典籍、陳山人、童廷瑞輩，皆有專集。凡拈一題、命一意，獵唐人之精華，組織成篇，如出一手。蓋言者心之聲也，心地虛明，靈變不測，適與境會，無不吻合，豈有所期而然邪？余友達夫，為明高皇帝裔，托跡龍湖，歷滇、黔、吳、越，蠻煙瘴雨、天風海濤之鄉，學道有年。歸而築室城東，蒔花種竹，與兄寬夫彈琴吟詠。意之所發，集《石門文字禪》詩為一帙。覺範為博大秀傑宗師，嘗謂禪者精於道，身世兩忘，未嘗從事於翰墨。然禪兼眾妙，若雪鴻戾天，仰不可及。有所題詠，纚纚千言，是非離文字語言亦非即文字語言以求道者也。故其詩備眾體，儗之三唐，其杜少陵之大家也哉！今達公所集諸體，取諸腹笥，不待撿閱，殆與洪覺範千古同心，非得之焦團靜悟，未易及此。昔少陵江頭野哭，不忘故國之亂離，往往托物連類，以發抒其至性。宋文山居不得已之地，取其詩而集之，讀者不知為杜為文，實非有所以期之而然也。余讀達公之詩，傷達公之遇，因思韻士之補綴，極天劃神鏤之巧者，不過如是。而追念舊事，感憤欷歔。又言外之意，知獨不以語言文字求白於世者。

> I have heard of refined scholars in the past who would gather discarded shards of porcelain and broken cups from the road, polish and piece them together into vases, bowls, cups, teaware, wine vessels, and the like. Their work possessed a divine craftsmanship, as if carved by heaven itself—much like the "Collected Tang" school of poetry. The "Collected Tang" tradition began with Wang Wen Gong. From Jian Xiao onward, masters like Sun Dianji, Chen Shanren, and Tong Tingrui each produced their own collections. They would pick a theme, settle on an idea, and then gather the essence of Tang poetry, weaving it into a seamless piece as if written by a single hand. Speech is the voice of the mind. When the mind is open and clear, unpredictable in its spiritual transformations, it perfectly alights upon circumstances naturally, without deliberate effort. How could there be prior intention in this? My friend Dafu, a descendant of the Ming founder Emperor Gaozu, once traveled through Dragon Lake and journeyed across Yunnan, Guizhou, Wu, and Yue—lands of malarial mists, rain-soaked wilderness, windswept skies, and roaring seas. Having studied the Way for many years, he returned to build a home east of the city, where he planted flowers and bamboo, playing the zither and composing poetry with his elder brother Kuanfu. Whatever stirred in his heart, he gathered into a collection of poetry from the \*Stone Door Chan Verse\*. Chinese Chan master Jue Fan was a great and outstanding patriarch of Buddhism. He once said that Chan practitioners are deeply absorbed in the Way, forgetting both self and world, never occupying themselves with literary arts. Yet Chan encompasses all wonders—like snow geese soaring in the sky, too high to reach. When he wrote poems or verses, they flowed in thousands of words. This demonstrates that one does not seek the Way by abandoning words and letters, nor by clinging to them. Thus, his poetry embodied all styles. If compared to the Three Tangs, might he be considered the reincarnation of Du Shaoling (Du Fu), the great master? Now Dafu has collected various poetic forms entirely from memory, without consulting any texts. He shares an eternal kinship of spirit with Jue Fan across the ages. Only through deep insight gained in silent meditation could one achieve this. In days past, when Du Fu wept in the wilderness by the river, he never forgot the chaos and suffering of his fallen homeland. He often used objects and analogies to express his innermost nature. When Wen Tianxiang of the Song dynasty found himself in desperate circumstances, he gathered Du Fu's poems into a collection, and readers could not tell whether it was Du Fu or Wen Tianxiang speaking. This, too, was not achieved through deliberate intention. As I read Dafu's poetry, I feel sorrow for his circumstances. I realize that even the most exquisite patchwork of refined scholars, with its heaven-carved, spirit-polished skill, can achieve no more than this. And yet, as I recall old stories of the past, I am moved to sorrowful sighs of indignation. I understand that beyond the words lies a meaning, something that cannot be made known to the world through words and letters alone.

康熙丁卯孟秋月朔日，永寧弟舒峻極拜題。

> Written by Shu Junji, respectfully, on the first day of autumn in the year of Dingmao, Kangxi era.