Your heart says “Mine”? Mars in Taurus

The earth’s embrace, a whispered claim. Mars in Taurus, fans the flame. “Mine,” the echo, deep and low. We build our fortress, row by row. Possessions gleam, a tempting prize. We seek our comfort, in their guise. Yet every hoard, it weighs us down. And leaves us weary, with a frown. We clutch at things, with anxious hand. And find ourselves, on shifting sand. Can we release, this earthly grasp? And find a solace, that will last? Or are we destined, to pursue? A fleeting comfort, ever untrue?

The heart’s a garden, where roots run deep. And earthly pleasures, secrets keep. We seek a haven, strong and bold. To shield us from, the winter’s cold. Yet every wall, it keeps us in. And leaves us lonely, from within. Can we release, the need to own? And find a solace, to be known? Or are we trapped, in earthly chains? Where possessive longing, still remains?

The shadows lengthen, on the land. Where earthly treasures, slip through sand. We seek a meaning, in their gleam. And chase the fragments, of a dream. Yet every find, it leaves us bare. And fills our souls, with dark despair. Can we find peace, in simple ways? And let contentment, fill our days? Or are we bound, to chase the prize? Till earthly longings, dim our eyes?