In that snowing place where everything was
white, the blue light of the iglu was impressible.
Like a piece of sky on earth…
It was a victory of Nature beyond people’s thought.
That’s why nobody could understand its presence
in this part of the world.
No explanation.
Just a foundation.
A new kind of vision.
An aurora.
Halo…
Another secret saint.
No gold…
Just a blend of sky and stars.
Maybe a blue gold…
Who knows?
Out of the iglu
it was possible to see
this polar light.
The outside part of the inside world.
The teleology of ontology.
The work of the being.
The essence of the gifted.
The light of soul.