A rose by any other name would smell as sweet …
… So wrote Shakespeare, in his timeless play Romeo and Juliet.
There is certainly no mistaking it, a rose is a rose and that’s all there is to it. No other flower, as beautiful as it may be, compares.
The great Khalil Gibran referred to the rose as “a God’s smile.”
What is it about a rose that holds such magic, such healing power indeed? It has been said that a rose will heal a broken heart. I’m not sure we can go as far as that, however there is no doubt that a single rose will melt many a heart and repair many a wrong.
How many men have saved their bacon by looking sorrowful and offering a rose after forgetting an anniversary or some such important milestone?
Likewise when you consider the age old saying, stop and smell the roses, it just fits, has meaning and possibility and reminds you to stop and relax and enjoy, simply being, if only for a moment. It just hasn’t got the same ring to it if one were to say, “stop and smell the posies, daisies or tulips- as lovely as those flowers are.
A rose says it all. It says I’m sorry, commiserations, sympathies, condolences, get better soon, I care, goodbye, welcome, you’re in my thoughts, I love you, I want you, you’re special. A rose covers a wide and vast range of emotions. No other flower does that. There is something calming, comforting, gentle and kind about a rose, the queen of flowers.
The colour of a rose has a specific meaning also, although red remains the most popular because it represents love. Pink means admiration, white – purity, yellow – friendship, orange – passion, lavender – enchantment.
There is also the rare black rose which represents love as well as death. Death not necessarily meaning actual, physical death but rather, like the XIII card in Tarot, new beginnings and rebirth.
Spiritual teacher Osho had a meditation called The Mystic Rose Meditation, chosen for its symbolism of the blossoming of the being as it opens all its petals and releases its beautiful fragrance.
Perhaps that is part of the answer. Perhaps that is what a rose truly, subliminally represents, the better, nobler, higher self. The true being opening up and reuniting with where its roots have forever been.
The truth of it is that no one honestly knows why Mother Nature stretched her mysterious fingers and bestowed upon the rose glorious beauty. Blessing her with powers to sooth and rejuvenate and heal and love.
Yet at the same time Mother Nature gave the queen of flowers sharp thorns with which she can draw blood. Perhaps it was to remind all that in this world of ego madness there couldn’t exist anything perfect.
No one knows for sure the reason why. Nor should we care, because in the end enjoying something should be the reward in itself.
Mystic and religious poet Angelus Silesius perhaps put it perfectly when he wrote:
The Rose is without an explanation; She blooms, because She blooms.