
Venus hides in the 12th. A space of silent sacrifice. We give endlessly, without pause. The well soon runs dry. But still, we offer. Boundaries blur, fading away. Selfless love, yet at what cost? Is this true kindness? Or slow depletion? Hidden patterns begin to surface. Forces guide our financial decisions. Do we sabotage ourselves? Driven by wounds we don’t see. Or are we lost, in a maze?
Material concerns fade, slipping away. We seek something higher. A spiritual quest, but at what cost? Does this bring peace? Or leave a quiet emptiness? We search for a deeper connection. But what happens when we lose ourselves? Can we learn to receive? Let ourselves be replenished? Or must we give until nothing remains?
Balance becomes a quiet longing. A delicate equilibrium, self and other. Can it even be attained? Or is it a fleeting dream? A phantom we chase in vain. The search continues, a tug-of-war. Between self-sacrifice and self-preservation. In Venus’s shadow, we ask: Can we give without losing ourselves? Or are we bound to wander? Forever searching for harmony. That seems to slip away.
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