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About

Path of Breathing is a Buddhist transmission for the Western mind. A direct pointing — who you are.

Buddhism in the West

Buddhism has arrived in the West. Currently, the West has many different expressions of Buddhism — Japanese forms, Tibetan rituals, Theravada lineages. Practices shaped for those cultures. Not shaped for the Western mind.

This is a shift away from the foreign practices — the robes, the prostrations, the chanting. This is a practice for our Western life.

This meets the Western mind where it actually is — in its own history, its own science, its own unrest — and points from there.

Curious what the path actually is? Read more here.

Who this is for

The Westerner who is never at rest. Who has tried the routines. Who suspects the problem goes deeper than the solutions they've been given.

Who is looking for themselves.

One path

One path to see who you are.

It begins with the breath — the start, the middle, and the end.

Two strands wind around it. The practice shows the self from the inside — in sitting, in what you love, in rest. The inquiry shows it from the outside — how the West's own history, science, and philosophy built the self you carry.

And you don't walk alone. The letters, the room, the timer — company along the way.

The transmission

This transmission is ongoing. I'm still sitting, still reading. The writing will reflect where I'm at in my practice.

Who am I

A practioner.

The practice

Eight years sitting. Started with an Olympic dream and a psychologist's suggestion — settle your mind to become great. Quickly became something else. Read The Mind Illuminated. Calmed my mind. Wanted to deepen my understanding. Practiced Tibetan Buddhism. Got a dharma name. Took the bodhisattva vow. Didn't like the translation barrier. Then found my current teacher. Jeff Shore. School of Rinzai Zen. Hails from America, but now lives in Japan.

The suffering

I didn't know who I was. I was bulimic. My mind wouldn't stop. I was never enough. The cushion was where I saw all of it. Seeing was enough.

The shift

At a certain point in the sitting, I understood. The Olympic dream fell away. I knew my path lay in deepening this practice.

The project

This site is honest pointing from inside the inquiry. I share what I see. Nothing more.