Some sayings from the Indian saint Kabir
Forgiveness is a game only saints play
The saint helped a scorpion over and over again
Each time the scorpion returned the favor with a sting
Some said Dont you know its the nature of the scorpion to sting ?
The saint replied It is my nature to save !
Excerpt from this link on Swami Trailanga
Swami Trailanga preserved a habitual silence. In spite of his round face and huge, barrel-like stomach, Trailanga ate only occasionally.
After weeks without food, he would break his fast with potfuls of clabbered milk offered to him by devotees.
A skeptic once determined to expose Trailanga as a charlatan.
A large bucket of calcium-lime mixture, used in whitewashing walls, was placed before the swami.
"Master," the materialist said, in mock reverence, "I have brought you some clabbered milk. Please drink it."
Trailanga unhesitatingly drank, to the last drop, the quarts of burning lime. In a few minutes the evildoer fell to the ground in agony.
"Help, swami, help!" he cried. "I am on fire! Forgive my wicked test!"
The great yogi broke his habitual silence. "Scoffer," he said, "you did not realize when you offered me poison that my life is one with your own.
Except for my knowledge that God is present in my stomach, as in every atom of creation, the lime would have killed me.
Now that you know the divine meaning of boomerang never again play tricks on anyone."
The sinner, healed by Trailanga's words, slunk feebly away.
The reversal of pain was not a result of the master's will but of the operation of the law of justice that upholds creation's farthest swinging orb.
The functioning of the divine law is instantaneous for men of God-realization like Trailanga; they have banished forever all thwarting crosscurrents of ego.