No! We have got used to not make something wrong:
WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO MAKE SOMETHING habit!
After all, the mood it wants you to suffer for decades and no hit ball. Why? Buse for your sins? The suffering of the men awakens the maternal instinct in women? ER in you mixes d'constantly in and want you to obey?
what already been there for you?
Then further: The spirits want you to work your swing is inside you and your game is perfect, can not describe because it comes through continuous activity of superficial imaginary front thoroughness out of balance. Skimp on the honor (ambition) and Prahlertum vanity, showing off and come to the fore are the protagonists of our catwalk.
humility? No! This is the wrong way: I'm for self-knowledge!
is perfect to do this! Not the way to a goal, the idea to do better faster to reach the goal, no, the doing itself is already perfect, THE is the goal! Not the result, not the ball position, not the putt into the hole, which is the icing of the gift that we can ever spend time with the "essential trivialities of life. And sugar makes tooth decay! Us learn at 1m putt of the rolled over the hole is to enjoy the wonderful sound of the putter. The transience in slower and slower and can be seen next to the hole to a halt next ball and we'll show the world that experience archetypal Religiobewußtseins with a smile on your face. If we are grateful to the sight of the ball located next to the hole for the opportunity to exchange our feelings with the lower high-order emotional world of the sound of the putter to allowed.
The finding that the strike itself (and not the ball flight, the Balllalge) the result will make us forget our suffering forever. And the momentum is miraculously make round, flowing, calm and balanced, the mirror of our souls!
That was the word Monday night!
Good night, dear Austrians, beloved golfers in the world, we hope for good weather, lush meadows, mowed roughs, fast greens and use our time for the slow flight ahead of us, to ask for forgiveness, we look to the sky , we lift the arms and shout: THANK YOU! And think of the many, many lost Souls on the golf courses in the world! ...
(and the many million balls a day to rest the tag to the bottom of the water to come .... a waste that is!) Groover
