A saint is defined by a large heart, not external roles. I observed an elderly woman braving deep snow and cold to feed birds on a riverbank, a pure act of selfless karma. In the stark black-and-white winter landscape, a couple in a tiny hut demonstrated this saintly heart. Despite his wife's protests, the husband welcomed a freezing donkey, a lost traveler, more men, a grandmother with a child, a deer, and finally a bear family into their 8-square-meter space. His compassion was so vast he stepped outside himself, praying for a heart large enough to welcome all. This is the heart of a yogī. In contrast, some here, claiming to be spiritual disciples, refused to share available space with others in need. Such possessiveness, far from non-violence, shows greed and envy. Reading books or performing rituals without cultivating a consciousness of kindness, friendship, and oneness is not true yoga. Your spiritual progress is zero if you lack this expansive heart. Do not just recite "I am Divine"; purify your consciousness and be kind. What you think returns to you.
"To feed these birds or such creatures is the best karma. This action can only be done by a pure soul."
"He said, 'Lord, you gave me so big a heart, but too small a heart. Next time, next winter, please give me a big heart so I can welcome all.'"
Filming location: Banska Bystrica, Slovakia