A single chant of Sanskrit resounds,
Nine dancers pour forth in an instant burst,
Life flows into its endless cycle.
"9" is choreographer Tao Ye's inquiry into life,
Where does life come from?
Where does it go?
Gazing at the starry sky, all beings suffer,
Looking down at our feet, life is but a speck of dust.
Throughout the dance, every inch of the dancers' bodies
"Draws circles with life's brushstrokes."
Each movement extends forth,
And it must return,
Every turn is a question,
The next moment's spiral is the answer,
The dancers seek and search with their twisting and turning bodies,
What is the origin?
Or what was there before?
Once again, a chant of Sanskrit echoes,
Nine returns to one,
As if arriving at the end of life,
The beginning of the world.
Staring into the profound night sky,
At the far end beyond our sight,
Exists a universe,
Silent and soundless,
Boundless and endless,
Without beginning or end,
Infinite and eternal.