understand this haiku: True obedience/Silently the flowers speak/to the inner ear

The flowers are silent and speak.
The inner ear is silent and listens.
Everything is obedient to its own nature.

Understanding is extraneous.

I’ve never known a flower to tell a lie.

Just kidding.

_hee!

I don’t know if I understand it but I know that it makes me smile.

_{That sentence came out as 17 syllables exactly. Hmmm…}

True obedience:
Silently the flowers speak
to the inner ear

That’s the haiku to which this goal refers. I saw it on my wall at work today and had a moment of sadness, a sense of loss. I think it may be the first glimmering of a still distant need for more time spent in quiet. Right now I want nothing more than soaking in my new relationship, but the haiku reminded me to keep an emotional feeler out for when I need time alone in the future.

I was looking at the printout of the haiku that this goal refers to and had a moment of spaciousness in my mind, a glimpse of meaning. It had to do with silence and what shimmers between the objects we recognize as Things.

This world of dew
is only a world of dew—
and yet

I printed this haiku out in 24pt and posted it in my office at work. I still have no idea what it means, but reading it feeds the still center of me in the midst of the chaotic whirl. Some poems you feel before you comprehend. Here it is again:

True obedience:
Silently the flowers speak
to the inner ear

Honest obtuseness:
Loud the interpretations
cloud the quiet known

This makes me still and near tears today. I don’t need to understand it any more than I need to understand the smell of sage or lavendar.