The poet says,
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
We ask, what is letting be? And what is the "it" that we must let be? We take as our point of departure the dictates of common sense. Common sense says that letting it be is leaving alone, as when the boy in the schoolyard tells his bullies, "Let me be." Letting be in this sense is letting it alone, leaving to oneself, even turning one's back. This definition is no doubt correct—but is it true? By no means.
For we have yet to hit upon the essence of letting be.
There is yet a grain of truth in the common sense of notion of letting be, in that it suggests leaving a thing to its own nature, to its own essence. But this is by no means implies an neglectful turning away, or passive surrender in the face of "the times of trouble." For doesn't this most perilous of times call for action rather than passivity? Is not a return to Catholic doctrines a dangerous retreat into fatalism?
The answers to these questions remain unclear, for we have not yet thought the essence of "Let It Be" decisively enough.
We ask again, what is letting be? The poet tells us it involves "speaking words of wisdom." But this speaking is also a listening. To what does man listen? The words of wisdom, spoken to us by the Mother of the divinity. But by the Mother of the divinity we do not refer to an entity. To think such is to remain in the realm of ontotheology and the oblivion of being, which is in truth man's "hour of darkness."
Man, in this time of trouble, busies himself with activity, in trying to relieve the plight of the poor and halt the destruction of the world's forests. But so long as he seeks his saving in a further manipulation and ordering of his environment, he remains blind to the gods who stand right in front of him.
For the essence of activity is not a hustling to and fro, a mere technological manipulation of the resources that man has mastered. The essence of activity is a listening to language, the mother that shelters and cultivates the god—but also the earth, and the sky, and the mortals.
For language is the house of being, where the gods are born. And to be born means to become present.
We initially took offense at the poet, who appeared to suggest a retreat to an outmoded religion. But we are now in a position to see the true essence of letting be. For letting be is no mere passivity, but is rather the essence of activity, where we allow things to reside and blossom in their essence. And the essence of things is their gathering of the fourfold, of earth, sky, mortals, and the divinity.
The fourfold is revealed in its essence when we let the thing be by listening to language, to the "words of wisdom" that miraculously give birth to the world. For even in the hour of darkness, the gods speak.