
Mars in Mrigashira feels like contradiction. The fire burns soft, not wild. It waits, flickers, then moves again. This Mars does not seek war. It searches for peace, always shifting. But peace runs just out of reach.
The fight stays, hidden and silent. It’s not outside—it’s deep within. Mrigashira walks, looks back, keeps searching. Mars pushes forward, unsure, still burning. The body acts. The heart hesitates. Decisions come fast, then feel wrong.
There’s quiet strength in this tension. Mars softens, learns to hold back. It asks, not commands. It listens, then speaks. Action follows thought, not impulse. The goal becomes meaning, not conquest.
People with this Mars move gently. They seem calm, but burn inside. They want truth, yet doubt it. They defend, yet second-guess often. Emotions rise, then fade like waves. Still, they continue the inner pursuit.
Mars in Mrigashira holds contradictions closely. Bold but tender. Fast but unsure. It doesn’t stop the fight—it transforms it. What remains is subtle, restless strength. A fire that seeks, not scorches. A journey without a clear end.
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