...all you are

Put your eyes on him... Look at his practice swing, almost like he's searching for something... Then he finds it... Watch how he settles himself right into the middle of it, feel that focus... He's got a lot of shots he could choose from... Duffs and tops and skulls, there's only ONE shot that's in perfect harmony with the field... One shot that's his, authentic shot, and that shot is gonna choose him... There's a perfect shot out there tryin' to find each and every one of us... All we got to do is get ourselves out of its way, to let it choose us... Can't see that flag as some dragon you got to slay... You got to look with soft eyes... See the place where the tides and the seasons and the turning of the Earth, all come together... where everything that is, becomes one... You got to seek that place with your soul dear... Seek it with your hands don't think about it... Feel it... Your hands are wiser than your head's ever gonna be... Now I can't take you there... Just hope I can help you find a way... Just you... that ball... that flag... and all you are...