I had always this feeling when I entered a monastery: the main door was the barrier to all the craziness, fuzziness, chaos, perplexity of the world we are living in. That door had the "magical" power to keep everything outside. Everything but myself and maybe the secrets of the world. Because in fact, at those places where gardens, trees, humble man-made structures and a small church mix, many people (including me) find a calmness and a silence that seems to be coming from the beginning of time. When worlds were just spinning out of time. Time had no meaning at all. Because nature is moving in circles, not in line. And monasteries maybe are one of the few spots on earth in which this basic element of "cosmos" is found. People like trees and plants are entering monastery life, they die altogether and new "waves" of people, plants, trees are coming up to fill-in the never-ending circular movement.
Standing inside the walls of a monastery feels sometimes like standing in the middle of the world's perfection. You do not need to do a lot, in fact maybe do nothing is the only true choice. And as George Harrison once wrote:
When you've seen beyond yourself
Then you may find peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on within you and without you