His early poetry was very important to me - and still is.
My only encounter with Mr. Baraka was back in the mid 1980's. I was sitting at the bar at Sweet Basil digging Cecil's group. I had my eyes closed for a few minutes. I remember I was smiling because I was enjoying the music so much and, when I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Baraka sitting on the other side of the bar, looking over and also smiling. It seemed (at least to me) that for that moment we were on a somewhat similar page. Perhaps presumptuous on my part, but that's how it seemed.
Thank you, Mr. Baraka.