Cemetery: Nestling under the tower and the carved crucifix, the resting place of the departed monks is as simple as their lives were. Dust to dust: no coffins are used. The wooden cross over each grave bears no name but its form itself proclaims their faith. The homeland to which they have gone is with Christ in the world of the resurrection. The burial day of a monk is celebrated as a feast-day by a meal together in refectory.
Death is not extinguishing the light.
It is putting out the lamp
because the dawn has come. (Tagore)