Everything about Okina breaks the rules of the art that preserves it. Noh performers otherwise mask in the mirror room before entering; in Okina the shite carries the old man's mask on stage in a box, salutes it, and puts it on in full view, a gesture that reads as investiture rather than costuming: the moment the mask goes on, the tradition says, the performer is no longer acting but occupied.
The piece has no story. Its text is a chain of auspicious utterances, archaic songs and syllables whose literal meaning was already obscure centuries ago, and its structure is a sequence of dances: the senzai, danced by a youth, the okina's own slow dance of blessing, and the vigorous sanbaso, danced by a kyogen actor, often with bells, associated with the planting of rice and agricultural fertility. Before performing, the actor traditionally undergoes bekka, a period of separation, abstinence and purification with its own fire, disciplines belonging to priesthood rather than theatre. The music keeps archaic features, with three hand drums where ordinary Noh uses fewer, and the whole is performed only on days set apart: the New Year, shrine festivals, dedications, the opening of a season. Audiences attend it as an auspicious rite, and the tradition's own formula, Noh ni shite Noh ni arazu, Noh and yet not Noh, states precisely what the atlas records it as: a ritual carried inside an art form, older than its container.