This land is Avalon. When I'm going to leave this body, I wish my body-conch will be purified by fire and the dust scattered in the winds of the landscape. If anyone want to visit my grave, he will have to find me in the murmur and essence of the landscape, to feel yourself as a part of the Island. You would hear me in a poem of wind that wriggles through tree tops, could find my touch in the sea waves, to see me in the face of the sun...
I do not need a grave! It isn't important, just a piece of stone as a monument of human egomania. One day the world would be overwhelm by the tomb stones. If you really need a reminiscence for some dead person put it in your soul space near to the heart, not in the letters of a cold marble. Then you will stay together forever!
Love,
LeOS