The Law of Its Own Timing

The Law of Its Own Timing

by Delahrose

Sometimes, to chase, to market, to follow an imposed rhythm isn’t rhythm at all; it’s panic dressed as purpose.

The need to measure, to contain, to be seen as complete through eyes that do not see.

But that is not natural law. That is performance, the distortion of true alchemy.

Real alchemy has no audience. It obeys no clock.

It does not bloom because it is told to, nor rise because others are watching.

It unfolds in silence, in the still heat of unseen transformation.

Each process has its own appointed hour, its due time, a sequence written not in calendars, but in the marrow of being.

To rush it is to bruise it.

To expose it too soon is to weaken its magic.

Paint will not dry in the rain.

Seeds will not open in fermentation.

Winter will not yield warm water.

These are not obstacles; they are the laws of becoming.

They remind us that the soul’s transmutation happens according to its own atmosphere.

To live by alchemy is to step outside man’s scale of progress and into the eternal unfolding of nature’s precision.

Nothing is wasted. Nothing is late.

The process itself is the sacred rhythm, and the rhythm is the prayer.

By Delahrose Roobie Myer 

(Author of Fatima’s Alchemy - A Treasure To Behold - a book of short stories, journeys, teachings, and metaphors) 

Oct 29th 2025 

www.delahrose.com