Paul Dolinsky

Paul Dolinsky is a poet, philosopher, teacher, and more recently, a website designer, publisher, and seller of other people’s stuff on Ebay. He holds a doctorate in philosophy from the University at Buffalo, and taught Eastern and Western philosophy for nine years, in various colleges, including the New School in NYC. Living in that city, he became concerned with the plight of homeless persons, substance abusers, and persons with Aids, and worked as a counselor for several years. In the course of this work he met Elise, another helper, who is a talented astrologer, and metaphysician, and they married. Paul has also studied psychotherapy, and the healing arts of macrobiotics, shiatsu and reflexology. To these, he adds Buddhism, as a life-form of thinking and being, which heals people by helping them to perfect their attitudes towards themselves and the world. For the last 12 years, Paul and Elise have lived in a quiet rural area, in Eastern NYS with their four formerly stray cats. Paul’s psychic sensitivities have developed over recent years, and he does psychic readings. He also teaches philosophy online at www.universalclass.com . His Ebay store is: http://stores.ebay.com/design-your-life-and-home .Paul's e-mail address is publisher@wiredforlearning.com. His website, www.buddhistpoems.com  includes links to free online copies of his poems, and to printed books. His other websites includes www.historyofphilosophy.org  , www.searingsunpress.com and www.technopoems.com .

BEAUTY TAKES A HOLIDAY

1.

What can beauty do

  if there are no takers,

But only lookers and onlookers,

  hooked on the gaze.

When taken,

  beauty awakens,

As a pocket park in the city

  displays more beauty,

For the gray around it,

  and the cares within.

2.

Take beauty on a holiday

  every day but payday.

Pay her, on that day,

  with the bounty of a touch.

And call back the eternal form

  from its vacation in a milder clime.

Then lay your hands down,

  lower your gaze,

  quiet your mind,

Watch beauty recede,

  to the size of a dime.

Slip to where all forms sleep,

Keep watch,

If beauty awakens,

  tell her to sleep,

If you awaken

  remember,

There are no place to go,

  or appointments to keep.

When there is no thinking

  or dreaming,

The form world ceases,

  and formlessness streams in,

  no more masters,

  disasters,

  misanthropy,

  philanthropy,

 only a brush stroke,

  a blush,

  finally,

  a hush.

from Conceal, Reveal, Anneal - 1998 Poems