- Time for what? - Time for you to see the field.
The field?
I see it, yards long, it's got a little red flag at the end...
...it's strokes ahead.
That ain't it.
If you had, you wouldn't be hacking at that ball...
...like you was chopping weeds.
Just give me the club.
Sorry I bring it up. Take that, hack away.
Here, Billy, over here!
All right, what's the "field"?
Fix your eyes on Bobby Jones.
- He's a piece of work. - Give the man room.
Knock it out there, Bobby.
Look at his practice swing.
Almost like he's searching for something.
Then he finds it.
Watch how he settle this up, right into the middle.
Feel that focus.
He's got a lot of shots to 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.
That shot is gonna choose him.
There's a perfect shot trying to find every one of us.
All we got to do is get ourselves out of its way...
...and let it choose us.
Look at him, he in the field.
You can't see that flag as some dragon you got to slay.
You've got to look with soft eyes.
See the place where the tides, and the seasons...
...the turning of the earth...
...all come together.
Where everything that is...
...becomes one.
You've got to seek that place, with your soul, Junuh.
Seek it with your hands, don't think about it, feel it.
Your hands are wiser than your head's ever gonna be.
I can't take you there...
...just hopes I can help you find a way.
It's just you...
...that ball...
...that flag...
... and all you are. Seek it with your hands, don't think...
... about it, feel it.
There's only one shot that's in harmony with the field.
The home of your authentic swing. That flag...
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