Creative writing: A state

I walk among the graves and I notice that I like being here.
It's a state! A beautiful and peacful state.
There is no hope, no expectation here,
Just existence and beauty.
Life, death and nature...
Everything is here
And there is a longing
to meet those who know the path

Walking among the trees
I feel like having the smile of Mona Lisa on my lips.
The external beauty becomes me
There is no other secret