Let laughter flow, and with it, let wrinkles come,
For they are not signs of age, but of life lived.
Each moment, a ripple in the vast ocean,
Each wrinkle, a mark of your dance with time.
On this day, celebrate not the passing years,
But the eternal now, the unfolding present.
Life’s sweet moments are but whispers of truth,
Fleeting yet infinite, like the breath you take.
Let joy arise, not from desire or chase,
But from the deep silence within your being.
In this moment, you are timeless, whole,
Bathed in the light of existence itself.
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