Rumi isn't simply telling you to be confident or think bigger—he's suggesting that modesty itself can be a form of dishonesty, a refusal to acknowledge what you actually are. The peculiar genius here lies in "ecstatic motion," which implies not static greatness but the messy, uncertain process of becoming, the very thing we usually hide when we're acting small. When you hesitate to speak up in a meeting or diminish your ideas to seem agreeable, you're not just being humble; you're denying the universe its own expression through you, which is rather an arrogant thing to do when you think about it. The insight demands we reckon with the difference between humility and self-erasure.