The Infinite Way Letters
July 1954
By Joel Goldsmith 

        The sun shines and we say, “It is the sun”—It never says so—it is. The trees grow; the stream runs on; the rain falls; the babe is born. We say so—they never do!

        The immortality of being is so evident that we observe it; nor need we say it is so. The harmony of being is by the Grace of the Invisible, and is not produced or influenced by our saying so.

        Not by our power of thought or might of will, but by the gentle Spirit do the birds fly, the fish swim, the dogs play, the moon shines, the tides rise, the couples mate, and joyous beings utter song.

        Rest. By the still waters, rest. Lie down. In green pastures, lie down. Nor say, “I am resting,” or “I am lying down.”

        “My peace give I unto thee,” only do not say it—only let it be. “Underneath are the everlasting arms”—only do not voice this thought—recognize it. “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee,” but say it not with thy lips—acknowledge it.

        Do not seek harmony or health or even God. These are not to be found. “Be still.” Only in deep silence, in refraining from “taking thought,” only in the giving up of the struggle for God, for peace, for plenty, for companionship, can these be experienced. Do you “see” what I am saying? God, health, abundance, freedom, friendships—these are not entities or identities—but experiences.

       

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