"All contemplative acts, silences, poems, honour the world this way. Brought together by the eye of love, a milkweed pod, a twig, allow us to see how things have been all along. A feast of being.”
Mary Rose O’Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World
What is the meaning of a flower? Or a flea? Or the meaning of each of us for that matter? There is no meaning to a flower - a flower just is. Science will tell us a flower is the seed bearing part of a plant. Poets share with us the whole language of flowers: flowers of love and grief spawning sonnets and stanzas for centuries. If you ask yourself the question, “What is the meaning of a flower?” and try to understand the reason why it exists you can arrive at no answer other than it just is. Perhaps a more useful question might
"The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are." Joseph Campbell