A Blank Mind

falling into sleep the mind turns
over the small events of the day,
the hum of human conversation,
the rain and mist, the sun and heat, on the skin,
sifting all the information,
burnishing off the hard edges, just as
rock tumbler polishes a stone to
reveal its hidden beauty, the color
of the sky, the earth or the sea.
falling into sleep, all the hard edges
smooth and soft, our minds blank,
we are beautiful.