Sri Aurobindo
Letters of Sri Aurobindo
Volume 1
This afternoon I was more than all right. I was doing japa as usual and dropped off to sleep. When I saw a curious dream. Maya was sitting by me and a few others equally fond of music asked me to sing. You and Mother were listening. I sang and the song was on Shiva – and was so ecstatic that you got up and blessed me – joining in the hymn. But what was more curious was that as you did 
this I saw the Shiva in you and I was delighted. This I remember vividly. The rest I don’t, so I won’t risk [describing it?]. I remember bowing to you – falling at your feet in great devotional fervour. All were so moved by the [dignity of?] your rising to bless me and joined in singing the chorus with me. Was it not curious – you who never sing? Tell me however, do you ever sing – I don’t mean music of the spheres but our mortal songs with musical intervals as we understand? As for instance Mother does?
No – I don’t sing on the physical plane. My education in England was badly neglected – though people say to the contrary. I filled in most of the lacunae afterwards, but some remained of which the musical gap is one. But that is no reason why I should not sing on the supraphysical plane where you saw me! There is no exact correspondence between the formation here and the formations there – on the contrary on these inner planes the subliminal as they call it in Europe – that is to say, our inner selves are full of powers which have not emerged – yet at least – in the physical consciousness. And especially as I was full of Shiva in your experience there is no reason why I should not have sung for I suppose Shiva sings as well as dances?
With great difficulty I have just taken quarter of an hour from other work to read the story of Sarat Chatterji’s book. Evidently a wonderful style and a great and perfect creative artist with a profound emotional power!