From Roy W

Thank you Mike
For being a good friend for 25 years
For your sense of humour and all the hilarious times we shared, from the most sublime to the ridiculous!
Neither of us were natty dressers (laughter from the congregation) but we shared the Buddhist path and cheese toasties in the infamous Clocktower kitchen.
Over a cup of tea we spoke of death many times; Dakini Land or bust was our motto - whoever got there first would save the other a place.
We even practiced dying with our mutual friend Keith Milton in the Death and Dying Exploration Group many years ago.
Keith said recently ‘what would the world be like without Mike Sington?’
We miss your physical presence, Mike.
Thank you for your voice and music, the talking books, the hundreds if not thousands of copies of Bubbles in the Mind that you made for my acupuncture patients
I keep expecting to see you again; a car goes past and I see your smiling face… Sheila answers the phone and says it’s Mike… There are at least three Mikes here today.
After the beautiful Powa at the Priory, I feel that you have left your body behind and ascended to merge with the all pervasive infinite compassionate mind that we were priviledged to glimpse at sacred and holy moments during retreat, and in the presence of our Spiritual Guides.

I feel that your compassionate and joyful presence will be with me always.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
May God and indeed if not Buddha hold you in the palm of His hand.
(Traditional Irish blessing)